Spinal StaircaseJab a spine down your throat A fine wine melts the notes Toss a match to the glare A thousand words up in flares Swallow the sound and the ticking And the razor blades you're flicking Always thinking the least expected Swap the power to disconnect it The puddle is pushing forward A sluggish pace it moves slowerSpinal Staircase
Lessened speed to teach the lesson we grieve Always feeling the need to fill the hunger with greed And as you can see, we've gotten nowhere indeed The slower we go will account for the less we know
The spinal chord sprouting forth from its
frost
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