beyond the ouroboros

all the roads are parallel

we lean out of windows at speed for love

im not clever with the copula

im a slumpy fuck feigning in the fen

(worlds swallow worlds)

they suggest a new facemask. wot thraldom.
moth falls from lampshade like satan

they are of the sun

theyll not let you sleep

brain of steel, claw brain of alloy

all that youve striven to put out of mind

however belongs in here

this is not the end

but merely the end of disc one.

maybe we should try something else





maybe we should try something else

something else, claw brain of steel

something else
youve got dirt on your head!
disc one belongs in here

out of mind but in alloy brain

leaning in to an all-new facemask

something else, beyond the slump

the window the roads the fen the sun

worlds parallel for love

swallow sleep and fuck at speed

let the lampshade fall
disc one, the ouroboros, here in the merely clever mind

something else

(on repeat)
this is not the end

maybe we should try thraldom





maybe we should try thraldom

thraldom belongs in here!
all the masks are parallel

beyond the roads theyre feigning something else

that youve striven to repeat at speed

they suggest youre put out by disc one

the sun of steel that will not let you sleep

this must be borne in mind
but the face falls from satan

the face swallows moths and dirt

(wot else should we try in the fen?)

we like to claw and fuck the brain with the copula

for love maybe. not clever.

ive got a lampshade on my head

i lean out of windows and try on new worlds, however

this is not the end





this is not the end

i have a similar problem!

maybe we should try sleep

on the clever wings of moths

borne over the fen of worlds and brain

youve striven to get out of there like satan

but lampshades will not put out the sun

the ouroboros merely slumps into the dirt

something else belongs in here, something

with alloy claws and steel windows

you swallow the copula
a new facemask suggests love beyond the roads of thraldom.
in the end

disc one repeats

(the problem)





maybe the copula is the problem!

its claws are a thraldom similar

to the mind of clever satan

or the dirty fen of wingless sleep

the brain is really something else

it swallows suns and windows on repeat

i suggest you mask it with a steel head and face

you merely lean into your alloy feigning, however,

and speeding moths slump into the must
the ouroboros has striven to put love in us

strange echoes inundate the valley

new roads end up falling out of the parallel world
the end is not the problem, you clever fuck

its the beyond.

and





and beyond the problem is the maybe of the speeding here

beyond the end is the merely however

the ouroboros must echo the worlds problems

in parallel with all the suggestions on disc one

but the problem however is the merely similar echoes

of the speeding roads that repeat the swallowing of the ouroboros
youve striven to belong to speed

something else echoes in your steel brain, your alloy mind

satanic echoes of the sun in the valley of your sleep

(dirt must be a similar problem, for windows not moths)

they all suggest you lean into the parallel polyalloy falls

for a new facemask. put it on your head

and belong. what clever feigning
maybe we should put the problem of beyond in here,

maybe try to let head face mind brain repeat thraldom

borne on to the slumpy ouroboros beyond the copula, beyond the end





wheres my envoi?

hey you, ur-tater, make me an earth!

i wanna see how you do it so i can copy

avaunt, you sooterkin!

expectorate yourself!

DA CAPO! DA CAPO!

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