“whatever will be willed of me”
-tool, “lateralus”
throughout and through, thrown out and pitched, the wave and the tide and the undertow, relax, let go, she said, let it go, she said, she kissed me hard on the mouth and my teeth hurt, my gums bled and i tasted her as a mixture of blood and rage and the longing of every man that crossed her, of every longing i ever had that was denied and i felt nothing but the drowning even though i knew the shore was near, even though i knew the sun was above me, even though i knew which direction to go, i felt nothing, i felt peace, i felt happy as nothing at all.