time again runs slowly left right earth on the riverbank sways as i roll past lions wolves brick shellac and schist. run river left right left right i can't help but wonder what time the mailman will come home and if he'll have enough milk for the sauce that won't be too big a problem for my blood type. hocus pocus train engineers ride sideways upside down in subterranean and suburban stations while we try to transfer without paper an without time and without earrings and with gold in our hands and with fifty cent increases and with eyes closed i speak to you that this really is it. won't you dance wont you sing wont you walk into the darkness hand in hand with the gleaming smiling light? it takes one two three tries to get lucky and at the end your left with effort and salt and pyrite ashes and skin ream for four ninety nine and aint it just like the night and ain't it enough and aint it too much and aint it three courses with a dessert tray why wont you pick up your perpetual motion machine at the institute what are you waiting for the time is short and the bills keep coming and you're into the mail and you're into the river and its up to your neck and the the world is on pace and their through the chunnel and your eighteen floors up and smiling and living and lying and eating and coffee and dreams and back to wake and alarm clock never gets set and even your job interview isnt till mid afternoon. sip slowly its hot she warns against the closing of the stock market (up) and the closing of the day (down) too much standing still too much standing up too much sitting straight aint it a shame to live like this. what more can one do but to walk straight and keep clean and hope for the best?
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