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It’s beneath daydreams You have heard it The faint sound of wind chimes Not belonging to a tangible source You blindly own it  When your left thigh tingles It’s the shape-shift powers So please Come down from your towers It no longer makes sense An apparent pretense Come down from your towers Where the air whispers doubt Each time your heart shouts Come down from your towers Endemic eternal internal  The cyclic encounters Come down from your towers It’s the unknown driver That wakes you when Her hand is waving as The waters’ abating Like a still frame / Not knowing why  As you read through the lines You belong In a parallel world Where the sky’s painted  By a gentle sun The rock is beveled and smooth  So that tumbled stones Joined with dark cord  Can roll and move The victim and the perpetrator  Hold interchangeable hands Where you sleep  Where you keep  The spaces Where the walk  Steps heavy  Voice distorts  Breath ready Here you stay  Seized by false compartments Buying into ulterior motives  That choke your flowers So please Come down from your towers
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
Towers
It’s beneath daydreams You have heard it The faint sound of wind chimes Not belonging to a tangible source You blindly own it  When your left thigh tingles It’s the shape-shift powers So please Come down from your towers It no longer makes sense An apparent pretense Come down from your towers Where the air whispers doubt Each time your heart shouts Come down from your towers Endemic eternal internal  The cyclic encounters Come down from your towers It’s the unknown driver That wakes you when Her hand is waving as The waters’ abating Like a still frame / Not knowing why  As you read through the lines You belong In a parallel world Where the sky’s painted  By a gentle sun The rock is beveled and smooth  So that tumbled stones Joined with dark cord  Can roll and move The victim and the perpetrator  Hold interchangeable hands Where you sleep  Where you keep  The spaces Where the walk  Steps heavy  Voice distorts  Breath ready Here you stay  Seized by false compartments Buying into ulterior motives  That choke your flowers So please Come down from your towers
dawn-king
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
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