I pull the down blanket over my burns -
body separates from mind, locked to Earth,
held tight against material concerns,
rest awaits overworked tendons of worth.
Body separates from mind, locked to Earth.
When the spirit drifts into reverie,
rest awaits. Overworked tendons of worth-
while masses reject reality, every
drift into reverie. When the spirit
sings an ethereal subconscious spell
of masses. While reality rejects wit
for surrealism and fortune bids farewell
to an ethereal subconscious spell. Sing
against material concerns, held tight
against fortune and surrealism.
Over these burns, we pull the blanket down.
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 4:10 PM UTC
I pull the down blanket over my burns -
body separates from mind, locked to Earth,
held tight against material concerns,
rest awaits overworked tendons of worth.
Body separates from mind, locked to Earth.
When the spirit drifts into reverie,
rest awaits. Overworked tendons of worth-
while masses reject reality, every
drift into reverie. When the spirit
sings an ethereal subconscious spell
of masses. While reality rejects wit
for surrealism and fortune bids farewell
to an ethereal subconscious spell. Sing
against material concerns, held tight
against fortune and surrealism.
Over these burns, we pull the blanket down.
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