Swallow from Sunday Songs by Dogma and the Supernatural

Look at the morning we’ve had.
It’s insipid but not that sad.
It’s just a sobering trip that serendipity is all
that protects us from all this bad.

Juniper, cypress and beech
echo voices beyond our reach
in a bewildering void, facing basic choices at a loss.
Tell me, what could we possibly teach?

There is no truth, there is just conjecture.
There is no city, there is only architecture.
There’s no return, there is no salvation.
There’s no existence, there is only imitation.

So, if the opposite of pleasure is pain and fear,
well, then, I guess it hasn’t been a pleasant year,
so please excuse me if I have another beer—
it’s all a bit too hard to swallow,
but I promise I won’t let it swallow me.

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