Kansas

The moon and star-slung sullen sky is fortified with satellites and story-songs that seek to share the fire and wind and breath of fear on mountain-tops, in fever dreams, the crack and spark of covenants and promises that I can't say you ever kept or what was lost but all I know is when you're not here, my whole damn life is meaningless. And all I know is when you're here, my whole damn life means even less.

I can't explain the suzerain, the endless chain, the ancient claim of novelty that seeks the source of what you bring forth from your store of chemistry and inspirations, testimonies and bad translations of solemn creeds, calumnies, wicked lies and strategies but all I know is when you're not here, my whole damn life is meaningless. And all I know is when you're here, my whole damn life means even less.