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the swallows blinking in the window open open open on the door of the café open the clinic open the bank the museum the hardware store open don’t be discouraged all you have is your courage the blood will push you through ceilings through walls through winds your wings will beat 15 times per second and you will make hairpin turns with gaping mouth swallow open swallow i think i might fall away i think i might fall away i think i might fall away i think i might fall away swallow perhaps you think you might fall away despite a century of in case you think you might fall away despite a century of be sure to secure your own mask before helping secure the masks of others around you despite a century of pull cord despite a century of lift handle despite a century of break glass an orbiting satellite descends forever it falls to the earth at the same rate as the earth falls away from the satellite perpetual swallow like clouds that never rain typhoons are on the rise in your eyes, the earth quakes i will punch a century of shattered knuckles lyric punch swallow breath lyric punch swallow breath lyric punch swallow breath 
i’m gonna give it all away i’m gonna give it all away i’m gonna give it all away i’m gonna give it all away i’m gonna give it all away swallow maybe you think you should give it all away despite a century of if you think you might give it all away despite a century of step back from the ledge despite a century of take my hand despite a century of I’ve got you despite a century of open swallow jump a century of rainfall i turn it over in my fingers my stubby fingers roll it like a river stone smooth the edges with my thumb until it’s slick with moss waiting for the next slip a century of slaps against the surface survey check the sentence that best describes your experience i cried today i cried last week i cried last month i cried last year i don’t remember the last time I cried the swallow carves its fall catching food along the way i’m heartless i’m not heartless swallow having nothing to give, the sky is pure recipient having nothing with which to hold, the sky is pure channel an object undergoing freefall experiences only one force its own weight the sky does not satiate it releases salutations do not deliver they drop in every goodbye, a sky best to you swallow open jump a flow of water returns seaward from the shore the water is unusually calm this is undertow i feel like I’m drowning swallow i feel like I’m drowning swallow i feel like I’m drowning swallow i feel like I’m drowning swallow i feel like I’m drowning) perhaps you feel like you’re drowning despite a century of if you feel like you’re drowning despite a century of do not fight the current despite a century of float to deeper waters despite a century of swim parallel to the shore does anybody out there hear me? you had the chance to be more beautiful than you had ever been and you made yourself a monster i blame you i don’t blame you me too weathered the paint is pealing from my cheek weathered. my insulation is thin weathered. i can’t standup a century of cigarette cherries slide now into now and then now and now it’s the new death the one slightly less imagined slightly closer to our necks swallow i woke from a pleasant dream i thought, maybe i will escape the morning bubbles form they grow and they grow they lose their grip they float to the surface they become mist and rise to the lid they form drops the drops grow and they grow they lose their grip and fall to the surface despite swallow despite mine shafts of pain they sang and they sang a century of I will survive the keyboard sounds like a movie romantic, distant, personal, lost the cursor blinks this may be the end this may be the end this may be the end but i wont escape the morning i’ll smell it in my pits we should still be together we should still be together we should still be together we should still be together we should still be together swallow perhaps you think you should still be together despite a century of failed mergers despite a century of booms despite a century of bubbles to fly is to focus to focus is to close away all but flight remove the lid swallow disperse and when you float your sorry cloud be kind enough to rain and when you sing your angry song be cut enough to scream and when the night goes on and on and when you repeat the song too long and when it all comes falling down don’t blame. don’t blame. don’t blame. tomorrow we will disappear and what was most worth living for wasn’t being right. never kissed an eyelid in bed or cracked an egg on your head never danced in the kitchen or risked a flight just complained and complained don’t blame don’t blame don’t blame you left too soon you stayed too long don’ blame don’t blame +: i don’t know how I should take this x: take it the way it’s best +: i did that too much x: and we were left in the rain +: and you kept repeating x: i’m cold i’m cold i’m cold +: and i kept thinking, you have no idea we couldn’t escape the morning i’ll learn an instrument join the gypsies leave forever I’ll grow strong and dark my eyes will burn through dresses and you’ll never know you’ll never know my sorrow already I resemble the riverbed it all passes so quickly above me slightly slower the clouds slightly slower the sky swallow a century of swollen lids the jars are breaking a century of salty spills the tires are slipping swallow gulp bang blink blink a century of still breathing today i thought what does my heart feel like it feels like and just then I came upon a red cutout construction paper heart stamped into the asphalt thin around the high points wet from the morning rain heartbroken and pissed off seeks i don’t give a shit let’s fuck okay for now seeks okay tomorrow i started to mumble i was slipping can anyone out there hear me can you see me waving it’s gray it’s gray i sail away parable music so good they busted their eardrums trying to get closer swallow parable stars so bright they built cities of light and dulled the stars forever swallow and when you float your sorry cloud be kind enough to rain and when you sing your angry song be cut enough to scream and when the night goes on and on and when you repeat the song too long and when it all comes falling down swallow take heart take heart despite a century of enemies fallen despite a century of kingdoms won take heart i’m running i’m running they’re right on my heels i’m right on their heels i’m running a century a century of blistered heels of blisters healed a century unlike the swallow whose bones are hollow my body is packed and heavy i lumber around impressing the ground my hips and guns at the ready this holster hangs to hard these bullets hunch my shoulder soon I will leave with sparks up my sleeve my pistols thrown into the river turn what’s left? yellow what’s left? our time here is precious what’s left? our time here is precious +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++