I’ll cut the lines, I’ll cut the lines
to this telephone
to this Internet
to this can-and-string, string-and-can
I’ll cut the lines.
We knew it all along
but we fooled ourselves.
We shouted it down
with our cries of ecstasy.
Try to rationalize
try to explain
try to exorcise these concepts
right out your brain.
And we are fading
fading
fading photographs
we are
fading
fading
fading photographs.
Lines
receding
into the distance
all disappearing
at the
vanishing
point.
So I’ll cut the lines, I’ll cut the lines.
It’s what we’ve always wanted.
2014.10.11 – 2023.12.10
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