My love for you is
the same as pain
(mon papillon d'ete)

Mountain passion lingers
in peaks unmovable
down in the valleys we
are all to human
fragile dreams of glass we
never cooled enough
to be malleable

This is the afterlife
beloved.

I died somewhere in a
midnight tequila haze way back
in the summer of 88

Some crazed angel stooped low
reckoning intangible madness
straightening twisted
metal

Freedom on the cusp of
carnage three joints into a
drug fueled haze the answer
came several years later from
divine sources

of course the machines
our alive we
created them

Contemplate what we
surrendered not to
become

Starfuck implosion
with all this God-reasoning
the beasts far surpass our wisdom

Broken-hearts n' such
we have our pain
in Common