falling

maybe lost forever, these last times forgotten on the brink of despair and loneliness forgetting to mention whoever came before the problem happened to be that way and forgetting differences because we never knew the costs and who could come through we never knew finding exposed sores to be a dillemma we'd rather not cross because it is to be forgotten and in echoing restitution remembered violently and across the face known and unknown telling stories echoing in space and time reconstituted for old garbage coming up new what we had to do the problem's easy to see it's in you and me the situation where we have to get into the circumstance and teetering on the brink is the missed conclusion the rapid defusion and stranger days than this have been foretold let it be known that through every home trying to get past the conclusion