You're just a moment in time.

Somewhere down the line, things get invisible.
Previously parallel lines intersect.
Triangles have three right angles.
Like the sky opening up.
Like the gods raining down to die.
Like the geese raping ducks.
Like flying.

Up to a climax
And tumble down.
Everything down the line, things start to get brighter.
So much light.
So much color.
So much good
And you're dying.

Words keep tumbling out of your mouth
You're an allusion to an allusion
And there's a hole in your pocket
All you're saying is what you're thinking
It makes for hellish privacy.
Eat up static for breakfast.
Dynamic eventually.

I'll raise you a proper family.
We'll tie ourselves down to real posts.
Lullaby will be the b flat
15 octaves down.
Disappear into the void.
Love.

I like the contrasting you did in this. Though I think this is probably the part I liked the best:




I've actually been trying to explain it in words, but I think you've said it quite succinctly up above and couldn't be said better. But I guess I'll give it a go. >.<.

Basically what I've got from it is that it's alluding to someone with a lot to say, but nothing worthwhile. Someone that's essentially a footnote themselves, regardless of how big they try to make themselves be, but instead are swallowed up in their own contradictions and hypocrisies.

And then the last part sort of was the contrasting part, where it's for someone who's the opposite of the afore mentioned type of person. Someone that "keeps low", who will eventually make a name for themselves.

...or something like that. Yeah, sorry, that was bad analysis, but I really can't say it any better than how you have it originally.

Anyway, good work on it. =).

Thanks. Your interpretation is great, it works, and probably subconsciously is what I was saying anyway.

The idea for that stanza comes from me not being able to shut up, anywhere I am, I have to vocalize my thoughts - and it's an annoying thing, thus "hellish privacy". I end up driving myself places for ten minutes, and I start talking and shouting to myself, there's no one in the car, and it's just something I can't stop. But that's more or less just the inspiration that got me writing rather than the subject matter.