outsmart the fever
and take us farther from
the killing life in capsules
a life that can't belong

so if I wake up dead to the world
with the helm at [bad word] 
the reaching out of this
faced tomorrow in the 11: th hour
beckoned closer
now as nightfall sends it's grace
cue to enter the insatiable ideal
slam it shut but the portal pounding lingers
what is it; is time undone
cannot falter in the security of labour
was I supposed to believe?

where did I sign
did I miss the auction where my life went under the club?

went the half mile
wondered when the resolution [bad word] 
life became too solid
diluted by the essence of denial
caught in fire's eye
the self and filter that is I
my lip was venom
words formed in my mouth
hid beneath the tounge
never to be seen

where did I sign
did I miss the auction where my life went under the club?