Nothing new.

Cold, concrete beneath my unclothed feet;
shards scattered from the mirror between—
worlds, ah, worlds,
speak a little, speak a little, speak a little,
speak a lot—and when; lady, fair lady, she’s home again,
[s]he is alive, alive!
don’t doctor the day (persuasion of scotch)
and control destination with the click of a watch,
now ask her to find me in the vineyards o’er there;
square-back, hit the black, hit them back, hit them back,
ah, [s]he is alive! The wraith is alive [s]he is alive
marriage is soon? (I am in love)
I’m drowning just to be aware, be aware—
while feelings numb in despair, numb in despair,
chemistry, liquid sometimes, powder-white;
everything is all right, everyone is all right,
and the laughter in my head is mute,
and the voices in my head are mute,
and the madness in my head is true,
and the numbness is nothing new.