this is not your typical cathedral
hurling damnation and touching you
this is the gristle of igneous rock
grinding your wings to an absolute stop
bad things have shadows that would rather fall
than never leap in the first place
this is hard to understand but i forgive you for keeping me alive....
this bright spot
that follows rabbits into new holes
churning the placid Samadhi
to favor the whirlwind
of a stillness
you are one of those things-
all impossible
between dreams.
handing me volcanoes
and ice screams
i'll just die if i live through this, i'll be one of those blithering kisses
affixed to scarecrows of dead laws !
i'll have the moon enslaved to vigils of contempt
to fibrillate the zombies in my Disneyland
but you will have to confiscate my happiness to spite your grace
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 11:48 AM UTC
this is not your typical cathedral
hurling damnation and touching you
this is the gristle of igneous rock
grinding your wings to an absolute stop
bad things have shadows that would rather fall
than never leap in the first place
this is hard to understand but i forgive you for keeping me alive....
this bright spot
that follows rabbits into new holes
churning the placid Samadhi
to favor the whirlwind
of a stillness
you are one of those things-
all impossible
between dreams.
handing me volcanoes
and ice screams
i'll just die if i live through this, i'll be one of those blithering kisses
affixed to scarecrows of dead laws !
i'll have the moon enslaved to vigils of contempt
to fibrillate the zombies in my Disneyland
but you will have to confiscate my happiness to spite your grace
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