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• Artiste: Frontier Ruckus
• Titre: Eternity of Dimming
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August obliterates trust and it’s in sun-dust I’m found Home to swill the shrilly insect sound Stumble to the Dairy Queen Thumb a People Magazine Glossy as the bright leaf greened and drowned In the light An eternity of dimming You turn to me, I’m slimming The graininess is winning every night Clarity is a rarity that once was just beginning Now hellish unembellished foreign blurs In the corners of my eyesight In this local exit highway night We must grow accustomed to the sight And empty all surprise to see the capsize of the semis ‘Cause nothing will stop the world’s physics from working Or the manner in which it’s situated and lurking Permanently, so externally But there’s pleasure and death in each second To be reckoned with And there’s boredom and sex within each wild minute And the mildest hour has some deadly power in it And maybe I’ll cower with Yia Yia’s silk flowers As the motion sensor light does brighten and sour On the back patio where the raccoons go Whining and divining through the grainy night glow The same as me as I’m fumbling to see An inch off my face with a pinch of disgrace Each photo of the summer is one in the same With a bloodshot number in the corner of the frame Dating each time that we became Memorialized in the Dimming An eternity of dimming You turn to me, I’m slimming The graininess is winning every night Clarity’s a rarity and it once was young and brimming Now hellish unembellished foreign blurs In the corners of my eyesight A bat circles above my brain As I walk down St. Joseph in the dusky Graininess, yes this gorgeousness has Grown too dark To mention What becomes of the summer skin When it disintegrates in The blackness of the past? At last, I’ve become An extension Of the dimming