No Architecture from Steady Midnight by exploding pages

night time is easy:

it's already black and blue

there's nothing here to screw up,

nothing here to rise up to



so i'm boxing with the old man

swinging at anything that looks like a plan

anything but becoming

the past is dimly lit, but i keep on coming



home, again



just wrap me in maths

give something that i can understand

just turn on the night

i need it more than i need to be right



i have no architecture

to hold this inside

there's no frame of reference

just total and complete deference



just like I am home, again

‘til I can’t stand

‘til I can’t stand

the light anymore

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