Vandal - Unravelled

these aren’t my notes

please don’t speak of our pace remaining the same

I reserve the right to squander my dreams

and within that vision rest myself in the changing blocks of the monochrome palliate

but I lay enamoured within that imbalance

they aren’t my notes

the messsage grooves to the shape

but while the tape remains still …

please don’t pretend you’re unearthing universal hidden secrets

with legs as cogs I can’t say these are my notes

only they are the suffering of the hoof

but with the worrying of the stream it brings trust into arrival

and only then will i write my own scribbles.