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Man of twine and brimstone Heart and Eyes search for home Found! Found! A cave Alone Cool and damp and Safe from heat Filled with Berries; wine to ease Ivy grown thick, grown to please From both vines a lady breathes "Give me you, I'll give home" Man alone never knows By his throat a thorn-ed rose Drink to fill, she overflows Cool and Vines and Far and She Away! Away! City teems Loud and Hot and Dry and Bleed Oh so far away from he Cave of Dreams; sleeps alone Vined cave begins to moan Song of Songs; Song of Home Deeper come, Deeper glows It sings to him, from the Deep He can't, He won't try to see The Cave - it's depths, can't glow sweet The Song, The Vines, Cold - it sweeps Further Deep, down alone Cities Light, far it shone Cities Rage, welcomed tone Not Eyes, Nor Ears Yet Bone Remembers alone the streets Remembers alone the heat The Laughter, the Bleed, the Screams, Dreams of Brothers, Mothers, Flowers, Turrets and hubbub, cobblestone and smiles, snarls and color, teeth and smirks, scent of sweat, sweat of Earth - to move, Bone alone remembers. Embers die and flame grows Man is cut, two roads shown Song of Cave, Dead alone Song of Heat, Colored Stone There he sits and waits for breeze To push him where, "Where?!" he pleads No breeze comes, he sits at ease Waiting, waiting, the vines reach Waiting, the vines vine grows And covers the man slow Pulls and Pulls him deep, low Where the lie of the glow Where the cold and vine is free Thick, Gnarled, Thorned and Twisting Green but blind, damp - the frost seethes Kneecap snaps upon stone slants Screams turn song - echoes ode And the eyes bleed to hope Teeth Gnash indifferent-bone Cave's Belly filled once more And the city teems, it's more... It's so much more...
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Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
Song of Cave and Home
Man of twine and brimstone Heart and Eyes search for home Found! Found! A cave Alone Cool and damp and Safe from heat Filled with Berries; wine to ease Ivy grown thick, grown to please From both vines a lady breathes "Give me you, I'll give home" Man alone never knows By his throat a thorn-ed rose Drink to fill, she overflows Cool and Vines and Far and She Away! Away! City teems Loud and Hot and Dry and Bleed Oh so far away from he Cave of Dreams; sleeps alone Vined cave begins to moan Song of Songs; Song of Home Deeper come, Deeper glows It sings to him, from the Deep He can't, He won't try to see The Cave - it's depths, can't glow sweet The Song, The Vines, Cold - it sweeps Further Deep, down alone Cities Light, far it shone Cities Rage, welcomed tone Not Eyes, Nor Ears Yet Bone Remembers alone the streets Remembers alone the heat The Laughter, the Bleed, the Screams, Dreams of Brothers, Mothers, Flowers, Turrets and hubbub, cobblestone and smiles, snarls and color, teeth and smirks, scent of sweat, sweat of Earth - to move, Bone alone remembers. Embers die and flame grows Man is cut, two roads shown Song of Cave, Dead alone Song of Heat, Colored Stone There he sits and waits for breeze To push him where, "Where?!" he pleads No breeze comes, he sits at ease Waiting, waiting, the vines reach Waiting, the vines vine grows And covers the man slow Pulls and Pulls him deep, low Where the lie of the glow Where the cold and vine is free Thick, Gnarled, Thorned and Twisting Green but blind, damp - the frost seethes Kneecap snaps upon stone slants Screams turn song - echoes ode And the eyes bleed to hope Teeth Gnash indifferent-bone Cave's Belly filled once more And the city teems, it's more... It's so much more...
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Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
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