My dear one
you seem to have lost your touch
so goes the precept

so goes your thoughts
on paper thin sheets of paper
i'm wrapped in sheets, paper thin

neon lights flicker
seduction from hotel beds
a mediocre whisper

feel something
overheard in the dark
a temperate self-disclosure

you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts
movement from a faucet
as water outlines definitions washed away

and statues stare down those that wish to see them crumble
significant others lose significance
we waste away

we waste something
overheard in the dark
a temperate self-disclosure

you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts
i am slowly sinking
sinking slowly

i am weightless
overheard in the dark
a temperate self-disclosure

you're the one continuous antagonist of my thoughts