Ate her away up and out from the inside.
From champing open wide with his mouth
perpetually glued to the seams. It seems
unreal thinking about it now her head
in a whirl memories going around as if
in a carousel that won't stop with a carnival
melody that won't slow down in a frantic and
celebratory mood of abandon it chants repeatedly
we should take action to consider gloaming along
on the ride into town as we wander on in we shouldn't
turn around nor pay any attention to the marauding segues
to this song charting the territories of the instances in which
we all must settle down along for the decelerating motion to a stop.
