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Apr 2013
Bro   en Intro                                                                                                                                                               K
(Universe this in) walked ever has that
being beautiful most the into
turned you’ve years these after
and you in beauty see me lets
change your obvious yet enough is
just and happen never could it

Allusion City, Warm Embrace-Completely Cold:

a taste of warm embrace through a nothing
a mirror showing a wintering copy
of a man who once a King
or perhaps a King who was once a boy

whatever the case may be you can see
a spark throughout the ages of the Universe
would reflect a man throughout a personal sense
and by a flowing river a woman waits quietly

she walks up and greets him like a brother
yet loves him entirely
hopefully he would let her in
but fear could stop him from understanding

(how couldn’t we see this what should be)
what has become of you and I if such a wish was to be
destroyed and then it would be burned with a passion
only able to create a wasteland suburbia(lit on fire by the stars)

(i’mgoingtofloataway i’mgoingtofloatawayi’mgoingtofloataway I’mgoingtofloataway)

into the shades and mirrors you look at me
please care if I become a flower after
finally realizing that I was perfect-
perfect enough to turn the river red

the angels drink from such a river
selling me my only light to guide my way
a dream in its self a reality
a reality of sense and celebration

look how the moon turns over on its side
it lets me see it move about the sky like a shooting star
much too fast to recollect
and if I were to die I would destroy the Universe

but it’s the morning and the morning is love, my dear
let us not sit here by the blue river
wishing the days would slow down
because we know that it could never happen

and before I would ever float away I’ll smash my reflection
and mix the pieces with your Reflection in the river
and it would break down into beautiful words that come out
of the mouths of poets who read their work to crowds
because you are the echo into reality, and nature
and
I
understand
that
it could never happen and just
is enough yet obvious your change
let’s me see beauty in you and
after all these years you’ve turned
into the most beautiful being
that has ever walked (in the Universe)
An older poem.
Sayer
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