Blue light stretches across the desert, sin can be committed here. I drift out of my window through the fence-
Above the strip of road away from the U.S. It's an empty playground
Its all trashcans and compact cars and buildings and ruined land
All the trees are nails and every house has people in it. But the people are hollow and houses are empty
this a change of time. This is a change of tense-
If all the houses are empty and all the land ruined and all the people no longer people
I am slipping out of time
I am sitting on the edge of myself
Ready to fall backwards