Faucet
creeping
the thoughts
pour out
too
much
too
quickly
insanely
dripping
slipping…
drip…
drip…
drip…
dripping
dropping
from depths
above us rain falls thunderous…
creeping
the thoughts
pour out
too
much
too
quickly
insanely
dripping
slipping…
drip…
drip…
drip…
dripping
dropping
from depths
above us rain falls thunderous…
out of Context;
‘Ah, the gibberish never stops Here at the fun factory, and eating the subconscious matter of fact, breaking it down and floating it off. Here we never see the light of day, only the right of way, and it seems to be such a certain sway that washes away stray thoughts…’