≈ (Approximately Equal)

Idling on empty in abject darkness here on a bridge made from broken hands speared together with steel wire...

Tonight

We celebrate incredible Savings

On the sins of your song O Dirty sparrow Because there were words of Wisdom

That you spat between Epithets

And I could hear them Like angel wings Aflutter

To which I was at first. Impervious

But hours later

I played the sound of

Them Back, like an old

Cassette tape And I could feel the Words also

And there was no denying

That some things sound

Better

When played back and Meditated upon

And you have to just Jump into deep blue sky And even if you miss it And kiss hard, cold Ground

With the ugly kid next Door

Well

That’s the cost of Admission

To a previously unknown World