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I see it, silk whispers and voices like thunder, people far away like you and me. Long ago, yet somehow the same. How can it be?
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The captain's gone crazy. He's sitting there in the shadows, a glass in his fist, out of his mind creak and crisp. A rabbit has no tail to chase yet the hole is real, goes forever down into nevermore. I've got playing people cards, broken glass, salivation in two dimensions and diamonds that bleed, Jacks that never quit and Kings who sing.
This is insanity. It's raw, a spinning wheel in a lightning storm, fangs wet in driving rain. This isn't me, can't be, yet it is, a fifth later, a vodka sledgehammer and some sparkling water fallen to earth like wet snarling thunder. Here you are, in a sodden crater, the dark slurring drawl, somewhere between a devil and a god.
Around here it's anything. It's shining lights, darkness, day and night wrong and right, grins in a carnival shine, the rictus of a coffin. I'm somewhere that isn't either, that fathomless chasm, the shadow, a wanderer, never really knowing who I am, what is, and damn do I miss the days when I thought I did.
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