A key lost in the hole, twist and let go and watch it, watch it, twist and let go, let gone be ending of something real.
Create, a key lost in a hole, twisting and it's stacking up, door after door, let gone be ending of something created, a key lost in a hole.
Turn, the wind blows down, from the sky or the floor boards of the mind. Leaking key hole, so cold as it twists creating and ending in something gone in a hole shaped like a key, dropping further and further down inside.
Rotting away inside something today, a key lost in the twisting wind, gone to end a new beginning.
Sometimes the joke is that the key is shining.
Is he I or is me always him? See the light? Shining under the door?
A crack under an eye lid, shape me please. Clay for the blasting heat.
Cracking and drying, a key shape grave am I dying?
No is this east? Blowing wind bring to me a key a key a key.
No need for me to feel, only thing that is left is a beginning peel, withering bitterness is cracking up.
Divide and add it in, blowing doors in the wind, closing the sun I'm seeing.