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NOT TOO LONG NOW - Miss Teri Baby Lone Star and Lord Steven Christ's Concave Earth

We don’t have long Under the indoor sky A painted dome with a stubborn mind No one can change it No prophet, no satellite All will perish like this song Reverb fading into drywall if it weren’t for compounding echoes Reality a dewdrop forming One big tear squeezing through the wall My tear ducts dried like desert wells Wrung out rag in a wishing well So I just gaze in, gay zen like Jester sprite in dolphin carousel Portal wheel, tube worm, apple core Sphere bubble torus door Everything folds in on itself God’s skin at the center of the floor resting dead wake in life. underground Harvest. sound perpetuation in concave reflection. made of mirth and carnival wheels Praying to the middle of the night like a friend Smeared Harlequin Lipstick eclipse in If you’re the artist you can’t love the crowd If you’re the crowd you can’t love like the clown We don’t have long Under the indoor sky Parasocial era flicks it's wrist You can’t ever love the artist . If you are the artist: You can’t ever love the audience fully. Impenetrable membrane- touching the people- insurmountable wall- highest peak of a ivory tower - Never a clean sequel. you are looking at the painting: But can you look at his face? I feel the push and pull of it- A kaleidoscope of space. One pinch And that big rolling eye came over the edged lashes audit in-between Sweep the seam of everything Separate the out from in a spinning top Flip it once Whiteout Black drop Just one clean turn And the whole indoor sky Will burn I was utterly humble Under that eye Laughing at the end of the world Clown cult kissing the central light Under the dome that calls it night If I’m irrelevant Let me be dew If I’m a tear Let me pass through We don’t have long Under the indoor sky But love still spins Even when we die