The Random Reconstruction Of The Mindswept Poem by Aven Black

We hope to god that
in this delicate romance
of those of us
without pockets in our pants,
blinding charms
will cover
bloody palms
where they hover.

why did Jesus cry
when he knew he wasn't going to die
Life's long arm had lost another lover.

Will the Winter strewn along
Concrete guilded skies
Sing a sad soul his own song
by cementing his very lies?

They stagger past their neighbour
in searh of early favours
as their time becomes a labour
that pure addiction savours.

Life's strong arm won't lose it's only lover.

While some American mountains,
Bottled and displayed,
Burst like erupting fountains
for my interest paid,

Headhunters mildly spear
their victims in the shade,
driving the south with fear
in the 'greatest game ever played'.

'...It looks like Life has lost its distance I'm afraid...'

And then the day
this heart extracts
itself away
from these contacts
they'll rise and say
that failing's based on facts

They'll honestly rise and say
that failing's based on facts.

And that one cent
of rotting change
remaining unspent
yet out of range
seems to merely be
our selfish sides so strange

It's often judged to be
our selfish sides so strange.

Life's buckling arms will never caress another.