untitled scrawl: again, may '97

The hill known as
courage rolls in my
stomach as little dancing
cowards cheer my name
"THIS IS MYSTICAL SHIT"
when oh when will I
accept that I know that
then was the time?
Probably now.
They beat us with honor
flayed us with integrity
but they neglected to pay.
Separation, where the hell
do I place my stand?
Where I'm sitting?
Speaking of which,
I dance a spinning floor.