TrUSt

The itchy and the antsy are trippin' the light fantastic
 “Come and gripe it as ye go, on the dark and fearful toe.”
Its a ghoulish dance
In a foolish trance
                               

"Tap, tap, tap, what a saraband!

Circles of corpses all holding hands!

Tap, tap, tap, in the throng you can see

King and peasant dancing together!"

voices way nether 
on headless horses highfalutin 
prancing pedantically
giggling their righteousness
over the nestlings hatching 
until
they 
break

Crack but don't shatter
swim but don't splatter
Obey don't sway 
unless
 we don't 
play

The unbearable frightness of being
- frantically seeking your face- 
alone
in a jagged space
with no god
we trust

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 I A.m  

"To readjust you've got to trust
That all the fuss is just a minor thing, y'all"

 - Minor Thing, Red Hot Chili Peppers