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A palpable discord keeps me turning all through the night until the late rays of Sun shine by again I want a dreamcatcher Feathery-spider web- To keep my hypnagogic rest sacred to me And then I can wish him closer... Without a separating sea I reserved my sleep to calmer nights where my dainty ribs caressed an incense-ridden wind My dreams are a shade happier than me I found my wrists bedecked in fine jewelery There's no chiming of antique clocks in my sleepy subconscious knots. My eyes were not corrosed over so when he spoke I comprehended with crystal orbs I'd hoped I find him through disheveled bedsheets under the waxing moon... It illuminated my skin and sent me soundly reveling in the hazy countenance To me he's Elvis' love child He's a wish fulfilled to me I discovered an idol I write letters, coveted, held close I worship what I know of him My thoughts are almost this tangible-thing like a rope I could grab and make a knoose out of perhaps it's time to slay the golden bull I struck his wayward glance by some silver spring of snow He's travelled to the ruins of cathedrals with chipped limestone on the doors arched-shape... darkness on the otherside... Mother Mary follows, walking through some threshold hallway Crooked stem, bent leaves... A pruned up crackled rose for me to eat Those eyes... dark brown, almond-shaped Squinty with sparrow-feet I'm waiting in the mountains Clouds covering my eyes Ocean blue in the stark sunshine blinding me and enveloping me when the music dies
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
Dreamcatcher
A palpable discord keeps me turning all through the night until the late rays of Sun shine by again I want a dreamcatcher Feathery-spider web- To keep my hypnagogic rest sacred to me And then I can wish him closer... Without a separating sea I reserved my sleep to calmer nights where my dainty ribs caressed an incense-ridden wind My dreams are a shade happier than me I found my wrists bedecked in fine jewelery There's no chiming of antique clocks in my sleepy subconscious knots. My eyes were not corrosed over so when he spoke I comprehended with crystal orbs I'd hoped I find him through disheveled bedsheets under the waxing moon... It illuminated my skin and sent me soundly reveling in the hazy countenance To me he's Elvis' love child He's a wish fulfilled to me I discovered an idol I write letters, coveted, held close I worship what I know of him My thoughts are almost this tangible-thing like a rope I could grab and make a knoose out of perhaps it's time to slay the golden bull I struck his wayward glance by some silver spring of snow He's travelled to the ruins of cathedrals with chipped limestone on the doors arched-shape... darkness on the otherside... Mother Mary follows, walking through some threshold hallway Crooked stem, bent leaves... A pruned up crackled rose for me to eat Those eyes... dark brown, almond-shaped Squinty with sparrow-feet I'm waiting in the mountains Clouds covering my eyes Ocean blue in the stark sunshine blinding me and enveloping me when the music dies
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
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