Within the Sea and Without the Sand

On the lake is a little house that somehow floats atop it

Save for the sinking feeling in their stomachs

The family is quite alright

For they stay in stasis and cater not to the whims of the land

It is not quite clear how they got there

How they fared every day from weather to weather

A storm cloud or a mushroom one

The whims of the men were not on their minds

The baited wonders that beckoned them away

They could not care enough to see

For their eyes were blinded to the outside realities

To the stupidity of mass hysteria on the other side

They waited there and continued on

Looking as though content

When they were anything but

In this way they were wrong

The could not bother it 

Not enough at least

To get along

And in that moment

They struggled with their minds

Took a dive and fell limitless into the sun

Took it up on themselves to swim upward

And seek out the eternal heavens

But it was a waste of time

It was a cataclysm

Of the inclined

Of the poor

Derelict

And

lost

But who gets to say what it is they were spinning

For the top keeps going atop that lake

As the house precures a sense of wonderment

As they chew gums of pepper-and-spearmint

It is a thought for better men than I

Because my feeble little mind

Can not see passed it

Past obscured in fog

A cloud of warfare

A doomed little

Place for the

Lost and

for the

damned

Still the house floats there, no matter how many tangents they go on

No matter how many times the floorboards quake and shiver

No matter the way that it tips and pivets

For in the mist of their midst they are missed

Colliding with the feeble

Taking down the steeple

Of the church of themselves

Delivering goods that were always evil

Delivering sad truths that did not serve them

Tickled by the fanaticism of the outside

They did not know how to oust

But they did know how to joust and pummel

All the little tunnels in their minds

Take a minute and prepare

The song is limitless

The lines are pretentious

And they try to adjust themselves back down to size but continue to run on too long

Because they cannot find the time to breathe

But here is where the family takes its leave

For despite what they wanted to present

They are each and everyone just

Just like the rest

Pitiful little

Tricksters

Lying

They

Cry

Die

one

and

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