Minkowski Spirals (the poem)

She wears a spiral hat…
Anything goes… ‘cept that western lost fog…

She wears a spiral hat, nord, anything goes
‘Cept a western lost fog rollin’ over my goals
Time erases even hogs, butchered fat and cold
While rich men count their cache, turnin’ young blood into gold

Waitin’ to fly that river, sensin’ the other shore
Everything I gathered, now scattered on the floor
Memories and forgotten shivers, callin’ colors of every chord
Wintry echoes fade through summer, just in time to say the fall has come

Where was Venus with her timing?
Hips and bones in the war
Atmospheric mining, planetary filters
Sulphuric pools on the crater floor…
Yeah, on the crater floor…

She wears a spiral hat when the night comes down
Anything goes but the lost fog hangin’ ‘round
I hear them wintry echoes even when the sun beats down
Fall is comin’ whirldly, baby, and I’m still waitin’ for the sound

Where was Venus with her timing?
Hips and bones in the war
Atmospheric mining, planetary filters
Sulphuric pools… nord, on that crater floor…

Spiral hat… western lost fog…
Butchered fat… crater floor…
Yeah… the fall has begun.

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