Swept.
specks of dust
turn like tumbleweeds.
Collected
...
We're looking for a love
A love, that will make the hurt subside
But the love we find brings us closer to our death
Our bodies are tools
...
solid lines and silky vines
wrapping around a hollow center
light trace of a woven embrace
pushing through with all its might
...
I woke up in a pasture of empty beer cans
and glass bottles that cut every time
I pressed my mouth against the grain.
I arose from wilting flowers of dreams
...
Sadly there's nothing left to say
Everything has been spoken one too many times
Forever lingering in perpetual repetition
The circle around my purple moon
...
In the thick of grey
I lingered.
Light,
a jazz bar type of mood.
...
Waves that consume
like endless summer nights
Heat from a thousand candles
Burning bright
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Sometimes I miss the glory of such an embrace.
I become beguiled with fictitious grace.
By my own will I try to get along
With orbiting earth and gesturing song.
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