never in a thousand lifetimes
could i scrape the well of reason
and fill my bucket with enough fragments of will
to testify to you
all of the things that have happened inside of me
since ive heard you speak my name
since ive felt your embrace on my identity
since ive crawled across you depth and vibrations
the same vibration that rattled the marrow free from my bones
and my soul free from the candle's wick
the night has been torn into paragraphs
that we utter like a million vows
that substantiate sanction
and quarrel with the absence of everything i've known
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
never in a thousand lifetimes
could i scrape the well of reason
and fill my bucket with enough fragments of will
to testify to you
all of the things that have happened inside of me
since ive heard you speak my name
since ive felt your embrace on my identity
since ive crawled across you depth and vibrations
the same vibration that rattled the marrow free from my bones
and my soul free from the candle's wick
the night has been torn into paragraphs
that we utter like a million vows
that substantiate sanction
and quarrel with the absence of everything i've known
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