I found myself;
In a voicemail from god that
said life is respiratory and
time moves in breath and I was
somewhere on the dot of an 'i'

trying to pull it
through the line-breaks
to end his sentence,but he's doing 25 to life
in the confines of my mind and breathing away the time

it's gonna come

and just like that

it's gonna watch me run until i'm tired. it's gonna sit like a zit on my back that i can't reach to pop. it's gonna come like static when i stand to close to my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ little blue radio or like cloud-littered-life through a dying sky. it's gonna...

I found myself;
in some one else

the cardinals never called me back.