Glorious
a gloriously inhuman human
a man in a glaucous mirror
not doing well at what I do good
not feeling good at what I do well
I'm in the toilet but I'm not throwing fits
I think I'm here to gather my bits
I am inhuman gloriously human
a man in squamous horror
not finding the goons that come unwound
nothing I've found will bind these wounds
I'm in the cellar but it's not for the wine
I think I'm here to bottle my mind
a glorious squalor inhuman
a man with the bouquet of anger
not coming down here to breathe
not breathing here to come down
I'm in the river but the current is low
I think I'm pulling the undertow
(instrumental)
I'm at the end but I'm not leaving clues
I think I'm here as a warning to you
a gloriously inhuman human
a man in his own fashioned sewer
I have no fear of being alone
nowhere is home but how I got here
I'm in the toilet but I'm not throwing fits
I think I'm here to gather my wits
I'm in the cellar but it's not for the wine
I think I'm here to battle my mind
I'm in the river but the current is low
I think I'm over the undertow
I'm at the end but I've not lit the fuse
I think I'm here as a warning to you
1/1/23
Demo - 2023 01 22
© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org
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