Stop Wishing Me Lucky

Stop Wishing me lucky. Lest I be completed in something other than
a circle, I’ll call out to you. Stop getting involved with my
stars. They aren’t very friendly. I’d stop reaching out to them if
I were you, they’re not listening to you. They’re never gonna see
you— Your lights are off. You’ve gone out of business. You’ve let
people inside and they’ve taken EVERYTHING. Even your favorite
clock. The silent one. That doesn’t remind you of your metronome.
The loud one. Without controls. It’s nothing like that Light Bulb.
Let it go. it’s only fishing for compliments. It’s a one-sided
matinee show you’ll never see the Ending. You maybe saw yourself
beginning. Whatever it was— it was not lasting. That’s why you
Dream in length and width. When you’re too silent, people yank and
stick their thoughts in you. When they talk — I dream of E n d i n
g Whenever they walk, they are just beginning will they always
remain new to this. I’d wonder if it mattered.