From The Reel

Gone, the stream will wash the blood away
And the children will go back
And play… at killing again
In the clear shallows
…and the stream flows down and it pools in clay
Nothing ever seems to go away… but it has
Forever… forever…
Now that your attention is perfectly divided
And you begin to oscillate
In the middle of this structureless oasis
Where there’s no such thing as love
There is no such thing as hate
…and my head’s still spinning
From the reel