This door leads you right
where you are.
Scents and sights arriving
here are affirmation
of dying chemistry
between you and the world;
Therefore you sense them
stronger than man ever
has. Prophecies melt for
this inhuman moment, not
Unfamiliar to your spirit.
The Barista cooks you a
liquid meal, a brat hums
your favorite tune, but the
aftermath is they all leave.
Through a door which leads
them back again.
Daughter, son
Whatever sensation
keeps them here with me
keeps you standing
stagnant
Ungasping, in need of
Gasping. A goner,
secret front-runner
This door leads you right
to yourself.
Scents and sensations
locked in our fish-eyes
Relinquish blindness, as is
your job.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
This door leads you right
where you are.
Scents and sights arriving
here are affirmation
of dying chemistry
between you and the world;
Therefore you sense them
stronger than man ever
has. Prophecies melt for
this inhuman moment, not
Unfamiliar to your spirit.
The Barista cooks you a
liquid meal, a brat hums
your favorite tune, but the
aftermath is they all leave.
Through a door which leads
them back again.
Daughter, son
Whatever sensation
keeps them here with me
keeps you standing
stagnant
Ungasping, in need of
Gasping. A goner,
secret front-runner
This door leads you right
to yourself.
Scents and sensations
locked in our fish-eyes
Relinquish blindness, as is
your job.
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