(no subject)

[parforthecourse]

We weave our way through intricate patterns portraying possible endings
Attempting to ascertain the correct direction
Dense obstacles obstruct the horizon that illustrates the destinations
Connected to the trails
That radiate out from this focus point of chaos
I cannot see a fucking thing.

As repetition replays itself on vinyl
And we hum the tunes we drum our bones to death with
A solstice ceases and the sun explodes
All over
Everything