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Jul 2019
When I die
And the earth cries
I'll be seeing without eyes

In the blindest dream
Maybe I'll realize

Real eyes have no need
FloatingΒ in white light
I'll see the prisms of my Gods

A new spectrum of colors called
New life

I'm goin' to crystalize
Into a body I've
Never put on
But dreamed about
When I
Was alive

When I cried
My neurological
Schizoaffective
Illusions of blue skies
Fell upon my hide

I hid behind my flesh
After ******* the breast
As a babe into adult lust
I died

Everything I've ever needed
Wasn't where I breed in

It was in a peace too far above
A homosapiens confabulation
Where the memories disintegration
Fade into the past of relations
That never mattered
Too much

When I die
The payment of what it cost
For a Gods Son to save mine

Will belie
The worth of what I
Became
            For sight
JaxSpade
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