[Split]

never meant anything I said, simply meant the premise instead.
infinity is the ends to simplicity. the means stays alive in your head,
paper mache cityscape dried in lumps, lobes, newspaper clots,
stay open to circular logic dumps, fake epilogues,
First loves, first loss, nerve agents in appleseeds,
Asymmetrical drug-induced apathy. Fictional imaginings.
7th Message- Prefuse 73, still adrift in your wake.
It seems second dates, y'know, stenciled et cetera
in lieu of dearly beloved or an eye for an ache.
Inevitably, love lies for the love of old times' sake.
Surprise. Late is our time out of sync, tune...
Centripetal think ties me to you.