names faces traces places
the laces of shoes she said I couldn't walk a mile in
but my feet are fins that should slice tides like skin
but they're rocks chipping
ticking clocks documenting inception
redemption and the vain conclusions you beat to and beyond the grave
from ivory frames crushed in the dark room they rise
as flies bursting into the focus of the microscope's lens broadening past
the horizon of a single winged back
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
names faces traces places
the laces of shoes she said I couldn't walk a mile in
but my feet are fins that should slice tides like skin
but they're rocks chipping
ticking clocks documenting inception
redemption and the vain conclusions you beat to and beyond the grave
from ivory frames crushed in the dark room they rise
as flies bursting into the focus of the microscope's lens broadening past
the horizon of a single winged back
