Author: [[Abe Brownell|Abe]] --- A mortar and pestle for solving all my lung wants and abandon I tear through the reverie of longing and I am a new child Cool is the glass in the way of becoming cold I break the pieces down into a shattered sea Sitting on the cliff edge of nothing I abandon myself Abandoning myself I am on the cliff edge of forgetting my name Forgetting my name I am looking for myself Evidently cycle breaking doesn't cut it Let's focus on the empty space between you and these words that close the space quickly That time that the space takes to close is equal to the time needed to open To open the space is letting you in Letting you into the space are the words that close it quickly A stoned ape at the dawn of language and what could go wrong Now I would rather be hungry than alone As luck would have it I have ruined my appetite but Better off miserable than a ghost Standing on the intersection of "ghosts are hungry" and "I am hungry" Straining at a difference ghosts are always hungry and sometimes I have already had lunch This is still known as sitting on the cliff edge of nothing Looking for a way to abandon myself I cease to look further Line up all the words you will have ever said in order on the cliff edge of names It is no use to hold back your name Our names do not look for us but we can remember