Unrealities can
now be held true
Because every
bodyevery
day is stuck in one
When one reality is projection screened
Shining straight into the eyes
It's blinding, luciferic
Floating up and away
Into void
Where safety and utter loneliness are assured
While even as we
close our eyes
disproving boogiemen
They clamber around making changes and destroying lives along with you
Your unseeing feet
Crushing the innocents
Beneath a comforting rug
That spares our soles
The pain of walking on shattered bone
Following the points of lines firing from the pupils of whiches and witches
Enrichéd and stiffened to stone
Has dragged me down to the bog and I stink like a dog and I live a dog's life too
Circling myself and waiting for the invisible a'ni himu to happen to me without a statement
I don't know Being
I don't know it in itself of itself
Some told me it spoke with the voice of a child, some destroyed them-
Selves dressing up flowers and archways in those orders
And cornering us ants at the intersection which creep crawls
Crazily down from its
Geographic space and happens to face the way yr sitting
Eating meat or drinking tea
And bam he flips and crushes you
And what do you do
How can it be
When do you know it was your destiny?
bursting open your skull on the sharpest brick beside the softest memory
Of a 42nd birthday of the end of a dream
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 12:17 PM UTC
Unrealities can
now be held true
Because every
bodyevery
day is stuck in one
When one reality is projection screened
Shining straight into the eyes
It's blinding, luciferic
Floating up and away
Into void
Where safety and utter loneliness are assured
While even as we
close our eyes
disproving boogiemen
They clamber around making changes and destroying lives along with you
Your unseeing feet
Crushing the innocents
Beneath a comforting rug
That spares our soles
The pain of walking on shattered bone
Following the points of lines firing from the pupils of whiches and witches
Enrichéd and stiffened to stone
Has dragged me down to the bog and I stink like a dog and I live a dog's life too
Circling myself and waiting for the invisible a'ni himu to happen to me without a statement
I don't know Being
I don't know it in itself of itself
Some told me it spoke with the voice of a child, some destroyed them-
Selves dressing up flowers and archways in those orders
And cornering us ants at the intersection which creep crawls
Crazily down from its
Geographic space and happens to face the way yr sitting
Eating meat or drinking tea
And bam he flips and crushes you
And what do you do
How can it be
When do you know it was your destiny?
bursting open your skull on the sharpest brick beside the softest memory
Of a 42nd birthday of the end of a dream
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