you're gone
the trees are so quiet
when your hand was in my pocket

how they swayed from side to side

now the meddling sky and my snowy eye
sees a different night
sees a different night

the night I fell into the lion's jaws
to my regret and your delight

those teeth themselves could not divine
nor their pressure estimate
the haze I wished you'd never break
and to never contemplate

momentum for the sake of momentum
momentum for the sake of momentum
of momentum...

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