it's over it's over
I hear Roy orbison's voice in my head
not for the lonely as Springsteen does
but the repeat of what she said a year ago
or so when she ended
it with us
like an echo in an
empty canyon
with The only voice she hears her own
it's over it's over and yet it's not
just what she said
she would die
before she did again
and then she went did it again
and now she needs the help of angels
to protect her
to escort her off to
the Sunshine State
where she can heal
seventh heaven standing has vacant here
as a tomb
the fragments of her old life
and the lives prior
to that
scattered among her
possessions
the baggage of a
prior existence
she may soon have to
shed
as she scrambles again from one shell
to the next
desperately hoping
her real self remains
unexposed
during the transition
all she has she
carries on her back
like a turtle or a
hermit crab
what she needs to bring in order
to start a different
life
while as Roy Orbison says
about her old life
it's over
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