Picking Bones from Literature by After-Death Plan

I asked my father, "What is our history?" "Some things are known, some things are mysteries." Snails and bones and ancient sea creatures. It's a metaphorically comparable anomaly. As I'm picking bones trying to dig a little further just to see. We're all picking bones, looking for another living history. From the water they were born but brought ashore to land. The bones of all their many forms followed after them. There's one in the hem of mother. There's one in the road. Many more unknown. For the stars gleam together. Forms change and ache. What to become if number one is question more than fate. Snails and bones and ancient sea creatures.

---Wake him slowly as the soul regains. The stars reminding the tone of your energy.//We speak at frequencies above perception. What's it mean to reach reception?//Money, haters, lost connections, perverts, liars, numbs. Those (not the-ones-you-know) people. Things that are wrong.---

Snails and bones and ancient sea creatures. It's a metaphorically comparable rarity. We're all picking bones trying to figure if we ever even lived. As I'm picking bones trying to figure if it mattered what I did.

• Alternative
• american gothic
• dark ballad
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