reverses for the 21st time:

the cops causing disorder

glamour never comes
 

only fakery popery
 

invent no gods

recording everything at the end

each time to be unwound again

 

the machines phones voices

making you wait react focus

dividing up, selling

your attention for distraction

in a metal world

play with time

my 12th father yester day

a whyte tom

took mary's blade in the face

for her sister

sniffing the sky tasting

the light

when you discover

you see what you missed