Is that the play?

Are those the estates?

This grinding feeling,

this feeling of breathing too hard,

this feeling of breathing for someone else.

The lyrics pushed me in a different direction ; something that felt better coming off the tongue.

something more coherent,

it just felt right.

It just felt more honest, for once.

The sentence immediately following the semicolon  //   Stand up while your in the senate.

in the shadows, unsure of what’s been said,

plagiarism be damned, I guess , but            I really don’t think so.

I wish everyone could feel this;    this folklore.  this discretion.

                    these stab wounds.

See that chair in that starlight?

It’s outline, its frame, the placement. the pandemonium. The precedent.

Understand what means to me, all of those endeavors,

the pandemonium.

aside from all of that, and its colors and how the light caught it.

caught you;

caught me.

  All of it

and where you’ll end up sitting, too.

       Taught caught me