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Fragments of the Frame

Dreams searching for your face

In the void that buries my hollow wake

That laps in wander’s waves

 

Lost light that sears my eyes

Null noise that deafens the shallow skies

I’ll come to you save time

 

Treat these fibers that thread my heart

And follow the longest drowned in dark

Manifestations of mad marks

 

Beat these words that collapse my tongue

And fall into my worn whispers’ lungs

Calibrations to combustion

 

I’ll be the machine

To tear the heavens down

 

To the dust that creep our breaths

Of our love and woe

I’ll play the hands by care’s road

From the rapt cinders and smoke

Of my heart and soul

Your rise as our delicate beautiful beast

Alone

 

Please shatter through these panes

That tear apart our fading frame

Hold tight onto your name

 

And throw tears through the glass crime

That wall in all our confined lives

Exhale, explode, survive

 

I’ll be the machine

To tear the heavens down

 

To the dust that creep our breaths

Of our love and woe

I’ll play the hands by care’s road

From the rapt cinders and smoke

Of my heart and soul

Your rise as our delicate beautiful beast

Alone

 

Take us home

Past all hell

Take us home

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andrew-robinson
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Published
May 26, 2010
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