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I am at the bare limits
Of everything
Arriving home
Or losing it all

I have to bite
My own tongue again
To silence
Anyway

(an apology won't prevent
Hands from stretching
these sapphires in time)

It's "spilled" in past
But spill in both present
And future,
Hence they're the same
Only bridged by "will"

Fruitfuled
Only mirages
Spilling the words
From holed bag,
Grasp, cripply
only mirages

I knew these were
Nothing but mirages
As they unfurled beneath
Night sky

     ~grasp~

Put a mirror
Beside bed
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There's something preventing
Me
From ripping claws through
Your
Heart
    (the blood)
From breaking through
From breathing
The blood runs out
And do we really suffocate

And you can't really tell
For what the person needs
Let the acacias run through
Our crystalline veins

Little man
Big man
You
Fallin' up
In merciful hands
Of dreams
Lands
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Lay you softly
Down onto
Collage of crystalline dreams
Finally, alike youth
Bird

Old man's eyelid shuts
in kaleidoscope
As he looks at
a burning match

Each triangle
Casts
Endless seas
Their shapes
Soar
Into skin
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I'd rather have my cigarette
Alone,
or in great company.
No in-betweens.
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Been lookin' through windows
Pondering about
Rumors
& Secrets of spring
The light seems longer
I put in quotemarks of water
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Sleep moves
   In serpentine ways
And the moon's been
Glued to sky
   For years now
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Long for
Sweet chambers
Of this Palace

Water of violet of
its fountains
Flowed in peace
down its walls
Marble down its
chill halls
Moon glowed
Mirrored

No drought in its
Nocturnal embrace
And satin enwombed
Us
Into a sweet tomb

Brought
What ever & who ever
When bells call
Into its satin womb
Sweetly
We fall
Back













I am capable of doing
Impossible things
Inside of my crimson chamber
You know

As I travel
The marks on skin glow
& Songs have no shape
Songs have no shape
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