There are a thousand words to say
over and over and over and over and
over again, but truths still exist.

Your friend is dead and buried

There’s a dark spot on the radar,
right between the low-flying planes
and the weather balloons, that gets
reserved for all the little things that
nobody can see coming

(this is a glitch in the system
and it’s been there for years)

Like all things worth doing, though,
there’s a trick to the method:
Just pay real close attention
to the things passing into darkness,
and you may just have a good idea
on where they’ll be coming out

Oh Goodness, I hope they end up coming out.