Attunement

A meditation Turn the lights off Come on and rock, rock Back the edge then up to the tip, it's not, not Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface The surface is just in service of holding the form, cursed The shape is so inescapable, bet it would burn, bet it would hurt And there's the rub, the red in the flesh is fine but the fire on skin is not Is it possible to not get caught up in the thoughts About whether or not to stop Before the damage done is irreversible but isn't terminal? Shit, goddamn it, loosen the grip Come on and rock, rock Back the edge then up to the tip, it's not, not Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface In earnest, you should just let go Before the damage done is irreversible but isn't terminal Shit, goddamn it, loosen the grip But then the body could slip The plastic body busy being a building Built on the basis of never knowing it's nothing But what if you do, what did you do? What did she say? She was nice but ain't shit Made a mean bowl of rice and then dipped And the drip is literally slipping away from the fingertips He could cripple a man in a minute if a man could have had a reason to live Come on and rock, rock Back the edge then up to the tip, it's not, not Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface Shit, the drip is literally slipping away from the fingertips Could cripple a man in a minute if a man could have had a reason to live He would be wrong, along come a longing Have you waited long enough, can you just belong to belonging? She laughed at that, right on Passed out with the light on, pissed off with the pipe on Light grip on the armchair like a pile-on Poundin' out the rhythm in a bygone era But the bylaws of which must state something of copulation And can't be, "Just say fuck", 'cause there'd be less conversation Or numb release in the dungarees, just a low beneath There'd be no appeasing anything, they sit there beautiful Just simple deeds done simply, no sympathy serving up timpani No infamy, just a grim repeat to get just what you need Turn the lights off when you leave Come on and rock, rock Back the edge and up to the tip, it's not, not Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface Looking over the edge, ain't the drop, why the screwface? You've been saying you wanted to stop, why don't you take One more step and let God, or what you make Up in your head, stir the pot, while you lose faith Shouldn't be so hard to be apart and be a part of ether Shouldn't need to start or need a part to be a pardon neither Shouldn't be restarting, all this starting ain't the part to feature You are not a body, bodies aren't often heartless creatures Looking over the edge, ain't the wind, why the jump scare? You've been saying you're hated this skin, why you stuck there? One more step to the wind and then compare If it's better to never begin, or if there's sun there Shouldn't be so hard to be apart and be a part of dust Shouldn't need to start or need to start believing in the thing you trust Shouldn't be restarting evenings till you see a piece of crust You are not a body, you're a metal shell and you can see the rust Come on and rock, rock Back the edge and up to the tip, it's not, not Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface