T H E E N D C O M M U N E

  so, life ---
i fell more in love with the echo of it
   and not so much the actual sound:
   the sound is harrowing
   --- a distress signal ---
   but the echo is rinsed, refined:
   what you hear is nostalgia
   and nostalgia is always easier because shit already happened ---
   a sound is right here right now, it'll fuck you up ---
   the echo of it, though, woeful as it may be, is merely an echo, and always the sign of change:
   so, life --- 
   give me more echoing of bad stuff, and less distant noise of bad stuff, as if it is crawling nearer.
   then, i'd be a very pleased little rat human