The whirling world is spinning out,
And the dampness chills our tired bones,
A voice so friendly it makes you ill
Spills through the marble of your mind,

Everything is left behind,
Cavernous, yawning wrinkles in time,
Encapsulate what we call sublime,

The banal is beauty amidst all this absence,
But boredom is a cardinal sin,
Life is always overdrawn,
Each moment spent before it is earned,

She said she was free,
And we knew she was never coming back,
She dropped her jaw,
And burst into the autumn parking lot...