What Bead said

(the twelve day index game)

open,

unlock for your rescue,

the place where nobody's real,

shake to the tune,

stop.

tonight you lever pops open,

into over-ride,

like me,

see me through,

roll your eye's back onto your head,

let go,

we're going where your body is not needed,

there's something doing,

I'm not in control,

self system shut-down,

i'm lost to my souls sun,

it's automatic,

it had to happen,

it prophetic,

it so pathetic,

brilliant,

but it's only automatic,

so habitual,

let me go,

let go,

go

let

me

let

go,

hanging,

stretch.

I know it was the god I seek,

louder than my head,

but only just above my peek,

pulling molars from my mouth,

bloody k-9s seeking new avenues.

Sink into this new black-hole,

fresh from some lost chylds collapsed soul,

such sounds you will always hear,

ever after until you grow older than the receiver.

This is the first

wait for those that follow the more.

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