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Jul 2019
Felt tip, well that's no security
Wait back, step up, now it's purity
Laid back love but not in love
You don't wake that finger in your glove
You might stay but leave it all behind
When you leave you know that I'll be fine
I don't see well can't believe in time
I don't treat well, treat me, cheese and wine

I could break but it would be subliminal
Can't exceed the speed, you criminal
Ease and wheeze the black ephemeral
Keep it steep and bleed the hemorrhage
Was it wondered, was it blind
I met the sage and touched the grind
If I peeled or wheeled the mystic sign
I could feed the steed that rind
And it goes
So it goes
There would be a happy ending, so that he knows
She don't know
Arctic breeze that leaves us back towards the snows

World of power, it's the glider
Lizards, snakes and horse back riders
Can't escape a broken riser
Or attract the ****** geyser
Shoot me I have gone insane
Or would it satisfy that brain
To keep the cheap, accept the drain
Or steep the tea and just refrain

Exactly where it's s'posed to be
Excreted, left alone with me
Arguing with time and sea
The mountains crumbled, so did he
The metals rusted, did it matter
Had the lost induced to flatter
It was so, he just fatter
Jumped across and left a splatter

Too bad, too bad, heating scene
Unless the rest are draped in cream
And colored when he wasn't seen
But left behind inside his dream

Where do we go if you wanted to know
The axis is shattered and what does it show?
A flattened existence to where it began
And laid down the judgement with only one hand
© 2011 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
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