Thinking about Leonard Cohen’s use of words (still got ‘Hallelujah’ in my head), and then thinking about Trump, and whether he ever feels like this. I guess not.
The moment the stone is cast
The dye, the spell
The second the words leave your mouth
You gasp and inhale as if trying to suck the last seconds
Back inside you, to the depths inside you
Where they will never see the light of day again
Sloth, musing, out.