The Gas Inside the Tank

Feels like the wind is trapped under the skin Warm light pours down from space onto the ground Steadily siphoning the gas inside the tank Trailing behind us, all the memories going blank Cold rings, dark clouds Destruction made you proud Born twice, warm glow The baby starts to know Increasing information, clogging up the veins Filled up the hours with inversions of the claims Opening up all the bended corners folded tight Can't see the words obscured beneath the dimming yellow light Good night, all done Wait for what's not begun Some lay surprised Some burst back up outside Unveiling evolution, stripped of all disguise Slowly advancing from the thought into the crime The tattered decorations all still dangle up above As others lay unseen beneath us covered in the dust