Pile! No Pile! Pile!

You're not listening, I said stop

Because it's come to be too much

I can't just pile aesthetic-perceptive dilemma

Over-analytic demeanors, feelings of lonely worthlessness

And unproductivity atop the other

Allowing each to bleed through their fabricated boundaries

And become one more thing to

Notice me before it's too late and too far away

From when I dreamt of explaining to you

That you are an everywhere

That caused these words I'd somehow type

My fingers, feet and diaphragm, all screaming

And as things grew more complicated

Conscious expansion cultivated

The books' ideas, songs' polyphony

Texture, content danced around me

And unlike all the events staged

The puppeteered facade I'd made

This was naturally extraordinary

And grabbed me from the ordinary

Now perceived reduction theory

Of where we are

From afar

It made less sense and appeared

Beautyless, which I guess is it's defense

Not that any simple allegory transcends

My inability to relate, it's this ability to relate that

Provides the socially obligatory things that I

Want to re-learn why we're friends again

I thought you knew

I can pile one atop the other, it just feels bad

It just feels bad to realize you might hear something

In the quietest of nights

There are two of me and

One of them will say Hannah

Way before now

So now, a relationship that was totally meaningless and trivial is over

It's hard to get too upset