Sam Rollerskating Backwards - Make Believe

Oooooh there’s gravel in the pasture near the Calumet Pallet Company

I recognize my life as an ancient archetype

I’ve set free in slide birthing a servant

I’m indebted to and embedded within

He’s unfamiliar to me as I am to him

We two fabulous beasts of prayer and sin

Ooooooh there’s nothing

Like your motor-cycle slalom through the cometary

We still walk on will more so than our feet

An intuitive atlas toward a feast

Near the knuckled branches of a gnarled tree

I’m unfamiliar to him as he is to me

But a well of healing waters floats us free

But Ooooh that woman on the street corner won’t stop screaming

Please please please please please please please please