eurydice's whisper

and this moment is the past

passes like a comet yonder

free with you

laying with you

laid down

past and pretense

jazz and horns and drums

musical cards, chairs

flow like molly’s consciousness

ulysses and perseus and orpheus

please don’t turn around

we still act in the present

we are still here

oh please oh please don’t turn around

get us out of traffic, out of hell

not be doomed like the rest

this tv show with no reality

im sorry i meant

no finale

won’t you forgive me?

i will

yes

i said yes i will yes

if you turned around

oh get us out of here

but don’t forget my face