and though urbanity was not without its flaws, you found the time and space you'd need to sharpen your claws

so you pointed your beam in the direction of anywhere

but you just knew there's nothing to gain, no measure of light among the sightless, immobilized and righteous - it was pain

the flashlight just falls in the direction you're headed

like how cindy said "it all seems the same", embedded in patterns you don't notice, the features out of focus - it's a shame

and you reflect on things you now know

not quite cause you're chosen so, but in drains we draw in to drown, it's such a small town so your instincts made you go

mississippi swells i know. ever-drawing line to another time to the sirens of chicago, or memphis's eerie glow