blood is frozen i can feelwhats making upand seeing the washed outmoon on parade;question the string repetition.remind me againwhat it is that made you.i'd take it with a fist of tears.it's all been glued to a funeralthe punched sky and...can't take a state out of your mindthere's a forest up your ear and a cloud in your eye.make the effortto understandi'm a walking endorsementfor your empty hand.meditations on an odd time signature.momentary euphoria...show me how to smile.