The Industry of Distance

Lyrics

Observe your years of anonymous industry from a distance You exist suspended in the fumes of a postulated hell Where fatigue and despair are unchecked: The city's streets are filled with people in a tableau of routine One day, you trip on a broken road and they scream and cry You settle waist deep in their insults while Your life's work is scattered by their stinking breaths Remember that you existed in the same place one year ago, ten Years ago, etc Escape quickly into a proliferation of momentary rooms Choose the room where you will become a corpse on a bed and Wait for your moments of anonymous sleep to gather close then Expand lengthwise The people will remember you for your large nose and receding chin