I've channeled every handful of senselessness into a bottomless pit & I'm still watching it overflow. Every shipwreck, each and every ache. I'm still watching it overflow. It borders a frame with snapped supports, the ageing rust spills out. My hollow ghost alive in the breeze, dust as I breathe. I'm told this is just a wave that needs riding out. The humming of this machine is fading now. A round of applause for the optimists in us; let the bellowing of our joined hands lead them home. Lead them home, lead them home, keep me whole, lead me home.