I sit and fester.
and melt steel. For nails.
We save money for wood.
I build a house.
My hands bleed and I shoot off my own comparison to Christ.
Toss back a match, and burn it down.
This is not a new idea.
This is not a far stride.
But I've done it twenty eight times now,
I am old, at least I feel so... dumb.
I need your help, I need your amazement.
One needs a thought. One needs a following.
to all that have kept up with me, I am sorry.
One has to shut the fuck up.
I need to stop.
