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like a calm blaze
my beard crackles against plastic how did I get here? I, a wingless angel a spike in the heartscape that bus stop out of town I was waiting still, I wait nursing ashes invoking fire archipelago horizon
I rest on my raft direction, not my own my meaning becomes to savour the world the way it was meant to be seen grow my strength
cleanse shadows tattooed across the weft of my existence before the end of the day if a breeze rises stronger or a shadow darker it is too much under the weight I was given I wish my heart to splinter I want to savour all fragrance again he came to us,
riding a night a mare, a messenger news was his sword slicing through tranquillity we sat and stared as the last flame licked the embers then change gushed in hope may travel in rusty caskets euphoria is the tip of an arrow peace is housed in beds of poison but love is always measured in cups impossible voltage in my plasma
a therapy of light whispering farewells behind the café counter the invisible airport now closed due to excessive coldness in this war a spirit of endurance peeping through windows of difference, as the estate displays the different stages in life putting on their show there are people here who still worship St Elmo's fire I played God for a while
but failed in my quest looking for another like me deep inside grand machines in the palm of my hand magic mirrors of knowledge promising perfection assuring deliverance in every brushstroke across my neurons now colours fade travel into one another as God falls short of His will and under the cloudburst cries the man it began with hope
to reach that time between two stars arms raised hands shown harm banished hungry dawns tossed so far over the sacred hills the past was changed to change the landscape I carry rubble, rough concrete in a pocket a pebble, smooth as a scar in my brain shiny as a gleaming pot so poisoned no one can eat from it so clean to touch to sniff and see a handful of stones is my empire a mouthful of souls is my tribe we're safe they say but our hearts never did get out of that house in time... clouds stuck in power lines
filaments, words the unspeakable wires an artist sketches as two lovers separate guitar strings, stretched egg emulsion sprayed on prison bars fishnet webs you, a spider, me? a fly entangled, entranced beyond hope unreasonably lost in dance between my lips as I seek
to fathom your temperature sleeping like a swear word lies the secret I won't tell: I abandoned my passport in an unfriendly hotel never feeling more direction than this certainty that I'm going nowhere I woke up this morning
Just as you lay down in your bed I woke up this morning Oh, just as you lay down to sleep in your bed My mind is so confused I got the wrong side of the world blues I said have a good day But I was really meaning good night I just said have a good day my darlin but I was really really meaning good night Sometimes there's no excuse I got the wrong side of the world blues... |
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