I see your smile looped on playback,
Playing back like ionic tape magnetic.
That smile charged with lyrics compact,
I rewind the tape, lyrics all proleptic.
Time has changed, two generations gone.
The disc got scratched, a beat got skipped.
I stream with streamers a newer song,
From the mouth of clouds we drink and sip.
Wendy’s feet — they were swipped away,
And the great disease, as fear emanates,
Changed what was important in a billon ways.
Like nuclear waste, emotions, still they radiate.
Its image faded — a floppy disc consumed,
In those clouds Wendy’s shadow looms,
With faces past and lovers found new,
I wish my word had still held true.
As ashes subside and the phoenix burns down,
I said forever, but it was a leap and bound.
Cremation leads to clay, now formed to hallowed ground,
Renewed I’m born, awake to nature’s sound.
Mixtape sessions, a cacophony is turned to light.
The grinder turns and bites at the wheel tight.
Done right by me, is still a thing done right.
In those pencil thin shavings, I regained my sound and sight.
Played back on rewind,
Like a thing in reverse,
I press pause this time,
I feel a breaking in the curse.
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