luck locked?nmoon shot?nun-god got?ngoner hope notnyou're in unlikely rock shocknnnow are you just in the aimingnthis hopeful knight all right and reiningnof is it falling that you've mastered solely,nwholly only gaining debt or regret,nat the bread of a threat in a dead-end collect of your self in extents...nto let off a small fearfire in the gone that sleeps inside you,nall to sever an arm for a clear and embalmed calm momentnin the palm of the sun outside the numb, inside your skin.nto eat completely of the clear you're in...nnluck locked?nmoon shot?nun-god got?ngoner hope notnyou're in unlikely rock shocknnthe fate of your life may go cold...nmay be determined by how good you look in white.nand you will be there singing keynyes you Yes in your cutting edge whites...nnyou will show them you are just,nand the sight and sound of suchnwill turn to trustnand is that dangerous...nnit's a 6ft tall man's world, if you're not knowingnand the steady second hands of suchnare never not in motion.nfrom the size of the ceilings to the way that windows open,nit is a dark rule of thumb, sunk deep into our numb.nwrit in the stitch of our hand,nat the center of a thing making modern mannand its overdriven eatnnthey want it clean and numb when it hits the tongue...nhow clean and numb when it hits the tongue?nnun-god got....nclean and numb and un-god gotnnamen sing what you mean then...nnQ: what's working man's hope?nA: they call it cope.