Riverside - Marc Chagall

somewhere a thought is projected dappling on all present did it start inside my skull? I don't ask but it bounces into a counter argument tussles start all completely invisible to the naked eye are invisible things real? of course get some music in to heighten the moment no one relaxes it's too solemn less loop de loop more weight and judgement the weight engrained in my skull other skulls were knocked together in the process though not hard enough to make a difference don't furrow out my grave then ask me to enjoy the procession I didn't need to know I was in line there I am knowing more, too much, than this moment this very moment - don't take that away but uncontained we all contaminate each other what is beautiful is judged, marred all in all I'm incompatible with the riverside impervious to the angelic hassled by the rigmarole seeing and feeling too far ahead fear buries me alive I lack the energy to crawl out again there's no view from those blacked out windows we're all inside rattling away pointlessly yet it's a beautiful day everyone turned out I'm sorry - I missed it for the World