the uniqueness of the kiss
of oil on canvas is perfect not through shades or choice of place but due to the thick coarsness of this one hand caress of imperfection secretion in lust uniqueness of real detail skimming smoothness life is hoping that a knot a spasm in the waves may break my speed or my neck... to say the meaning of the sea it's best to stand among the cables the fossils of the motherboard who misses it the most now black with tar, our feet may choose their direction gold leaf or plain
the flickering minutes all hang together in composite likeness and these gutted buildings wink as we pass and rightly or wrongly bear witness to change looking for space recognition of home it now seems they're two or maybe lots more thousands perhaps all married together yet all in the shape of this shattered pane I may offer fragments a piece at a time shards of an icon a portrait, my song worth something... only through green eyes that see la neve cadendo
imbiancherà la tua testa incanutendoti in un istantevivo in un dono benigno incantesimo metabolismo di passione e so guardare, adesso oltre lo spettro di qualsiasi perturbazione the beauty of morning
tumble spin dry of soiled memory fresh passion the countersign of conspirators bent on revolution and proving that the world is once again a disk and those who live here get but one chance existence has a cost and each time I check I know white will hit me before I can say my love From this vantage point
a room of many mirrors a lighthouse for the soul I stretch and crane to see which I should follow now the escape path is brushed clean by wind over snow. My palette's yellow for pain blue for the hurt black for forgetting and red for the lost ones. We open windows select our hope that clicking on Save might make it alright. I live in windows without a house I pray through windows and manage a smile, when answers come through an unexpected kiss on my sore neck |
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