Testo Genealogies

genealogies might not speak the best of mebut I know, I know i?m going homethrough days and dates and lies in phone callswith a new view of familiar four wallsi?m going home... ...I knowall apologies might not meet the pressing needbut the moth can?t say he?s sorry for the flamea paradox, this fire I seize,Promethean; on rocks I freezeand only stones remain to speak my nameI know cotton plains and daisy chains and lockstime ticking tidal on the seashore sands in clockssleeping in the parking lotdidn?t mean to cause the pains that you gotthat?s okay, well, that?s all. ..I mean, aw, but anyway,didn?t realize all the things I still had to saymy mythologies don?t explain the things I seebut even so, I know, i?m going homelike pictures perfect memory walkson bricks of a thousand words it talksand says, ?it?s okay, you?re going home.?I know