Time

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

A film about friendship and the occasional loneliness.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.