Tangles

Hanging from the thumbnail of the moon, loosen the tension.
Must be kind of unusual-not fair falling short of denial.
I’m tied up again-I’m tied upside down again.
I looked up again I must be down.
I must be down. I must be.
Hanging from the thumbnail of la luna loosen the tenision….
Sattelites and paper chrome. Reflecting damage forever….
I fucked up again I must be down the Tide and the stars they’re all
tangled waiting for me to find my ground…….