in a mariposa's gazes wings are fire, little dusty but the way she drinks the nectar is astounding: dressed in vinegar a knife flutters into the air, a butter catepeilalr and bread drinking soda from the foyer, pillars dust into a choppy circle breaking madness, haze of smoke screen i cant see ntohing else but dust: dust in heart and dust in lungs i breathe it in the mountain ring, holy forces holding me my lazy name comes onto a trampoline a bouncy house my little moments running out, i've passed all of this out and i've wasted my existence hurting others and being horrible: they've all come to hate me and i've done nothing except been a burden for their ailments they are soliders i was a healer supposed to be but i failed them i cant fight and i cant heal, i cant live but i can die and i can **** myself and sweep my legs away with dusty railroads .... trains are coming drinks are humming bees surround my nails though listening my mind is made up stars surround me like a halo
kalimba sounds like comets pitter patter on a rooftop, a slightly ring and sneaking things all over my facade: little briefs of dreaminess spread across it like a town and colonizes left and right and up and down the two-dee surface brought the food of no one / gun shot one and gun shot two three four touch the ground and the sky is up there he looks up there she looks through in the East, no where down and no where West the rainbow boats a moist stone, roun and round the music box continues to go on the side of a rail road