Lilacs are bound to be ruptured,
Shape as sharp as the livid side of the planet.
(the visions of childhood are blurring at the back of your eyes)
in a diaphanous dawn I tried to grab your fatal wound and hide it behind my teeth
(A vivisection/sacrament?)
My Adam's apple, I want to do to you something parishioners did to God.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
Lilacs are bound to be ruptured,
Shape as sharp as the livid side of the planet.
(the visions of childhood are blurring at the back of your eyes)
in a diaphanous dawn I tried to grab your fatal wound and hide it behind my teeth
(A vivisection/sacrament?)
My Adam's apple, I want to do to you something parishioners did to God.
