In seeing it all shrink about
My soul speaks mountains from a needle
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For all the pointless pale attempts to wash out human pupils...
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My glow is sealed with humble healers,
Ones who won’t get lost or wheel this
Realness in any kind of form/mess
A million messages sung, secret.
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I can’t tread sand that hides,
Pretend I understand the croaking lullaby
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Believe that we work for fun and always die...
When work is wild and worthy with time
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I can’t sign, or stay silent,
With stars around me pulling brightness
Awkward -
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Stay gripped by the kiss
Of wide window spirits...
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Woken, can’t make a liquid stiff -
Stay outcast where the open love is.