after many seasons in my own elevated mind--
and everyone who loved me so
will love me again
now that I have been brought down
to the killing floor
we call our lives--
welcome me back
I have evidence of some spectral light
you won't see while you're in your skin--
it pours out of me when you patronize me--
you won't see it--and I don't see it--
but there it is lighting up
the killing floor
we call our lives--
now I'm a buddy--a pal--someone to confide in--
anything but a serious threat
to your plans for the evening--go enjoy--
you'll take your own dive in due time
to the killing floor
we call our lives
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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