Soft Edges - Saintseneca

Hold hold the stupid phone

Just so you won’t know

That I’m not listening

Happy with the way

Way that this would weight

Against our graciousness

We’re all weary of the world

Whirling of the world

And lack of static in it

You who waste my time

You will hear not one complaint

Grape on the vine

Break my face into your wine

When contingencies

Bend against your bonhomie

The cruelty of existing

Due to

The cruelty of exiting

When you look at a distance

I think that then you’ll sense it’s all soft edges

When you see it all up close

I think that then you’ll know it’s all soft edges

No no nothing ever lasts

The future is the past

We’re all processes

You who waste my time

You will hear not one complaint

Grape on the vine

Break your face into my wine

When contingencies

Bend against your bonhomie

The cruelty of existing

Due to

The cruelty of exiting