A voice whispers words into my veins
A voice instructs me, strut this way
And that way too, don’t stop...I’ll never shoo.
By the time I’ve made it to the train
My heart begins to
Thump
Thump
Thump
Without a moment to choke
I hop on the station
Headed west, with barely a breath
A thought in this head that steals any concentration
Sleep eludes me, you penetrate me
Enrich me with the echoes of your mind
Bare with me, let us intertwine
A path paved over by the ways of the world
Still hot and sticky, I mold it with my toes
Imprinted with my wishes and my hopes
No traces of intervention
No substance of prevention
Sitting atop the stool
Painted by the artist
Within his palm
Lies his instrument
Prepared to implement
Painting shadows of time and space
Strokes back and forth
Lines united by grace
A picture varnished
A piece of time caught
As quick as created, it
dis..
si..
pa.
.tes
Fading with all its glory
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
A voice whispers words into my veins
A voice instructs me, strut this way
And that way too, don’t stop...I’ll never shoo.
By the time I’ve made it to the train
My heart begins to
Thump
Thump
Thump
Without a moment to choke
I hop on the station
Headed west, with barely a breath
A thought in this head that steals any concentration
Sleep eludes me, you penetrate me
Enrich me with the echoes of your mind
Bare with me, let us intertwine
A path paved over by the ways of the world
Still hot and sticky, I mold it with my toes
Imprinted with my wishes and my hopes
No traces of intervention
No substance of prevention
Sitting atop the stool
Painted by the artist
Within his palm
Lies his instrument
Prepared to implement
Painting shadows of time and space
Strokes back and forth
Lines united by grace
A picture varnished
A piece of time caught
As quick as created, it
dis..
si..
pa.
.tes
Fading with all its glory
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