The Observatory - Irk

To have all of these thoughts, these are real people

Living like reality is objective

We know who you really are

That man is not a geneticist, nor a purveyor of what could be called

«the new love», «the joy of winning», the «whatever's left over from the

beginning»

How to sell an error, how to praise a misinterpretation

How to eat your fingers off

Stand bereft, but don’t expct the swollen weight of thir respect

And given their track record, they would hardly think to object

Finding it hard?

And thinking it’s dull?

Yourself, reimagined, but without a skull

Or a face, or your nice shoes that you wear

Just a pair of gloved hands holding a full length mirror

Just a tired set of teeth chewing a piece of leather

Just an overlong sentence, just an overripe plum

Just an overdue deference and it’s done when it’s done

Just a piece of paper

Life is not good, who’d wish to live?

All I see is bodies adrift

Smiling, all smiling

Lots and lots of lips

Oh my god, where do they come from?

Is it some kind of religion?

Or political party?

The observatory

Sit yourself down, all real people

Objectivity, oh, reality

All of these thoughts

All of these thoughts