the stand in will suffice i suppose a tunnel painted on a brick wall and when the crowd arrives in droves they don t question the depth at all i got a weak heart so i ve heard i wouldn t know because it hasn t said a word all these winters not a sound it probably never had a chance to thaw out you don t touch what you want to survive so this distance is keeping me alive until the ones that have loved me are dead i will hold my breath and pray that my aim is true the meat sits in my blind spot the maze around it is the meal i want the meat sits in my blind spot hallelujah got a trophy kill maybe the flesh will have its day maybe the meaning will not get in the way god saves every third person but he won t help us if we help ourselves i only marvel at existence in the language existence permits most hearts make terrible sounds so i laugh an army of images stalks the land in search of ideas i am struck only when i think to step back the stand in will suffice i suppose a tunnel painted on a brick wall and when the crowd arrives in droves they don t question the depth at all