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May 2015
27
Stadium of rock, stone in my boots
Rolling boulders with my amulet noise
This is my sixth limb, rather my extension
Watch me roar, shake this gorge
I ****** the peasants, the Pharisees and lords
They gave me the spotlight , I gave them my creed
A mutual yet flimsy roll of the dice
But I promise, at night, I put my halo back on
I promise, at night, I say my little prayers
And when I weep, I weep salty tears
And when I ride the snake
Amidst the purple haze
Like a flower in the sun,
I think about a girl

The journey, the chaos
The spiral, the fluid knot
A gamble with Saturn
But oh, to be the vessel
I should have sensed
A lottery changing hands
But not in recompense
Past the fiery sixes, swept up in seven's bliss
Rolling with the eight-***** , now clenched in nine's fist
But deep inside its dour palm
Lies a truth-
It won't be long
(The first cut is the deepest,
The last scar is Eden-bound)
Lucy Tonic
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Lucy Tonic
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   --- and Rapunzoll
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