Awake or asleep it doesn’t mean a thing
There is an empty space between everything
We are carbon copies of cosmic iconography
And the dawn plays tricks on our vision
Swollen objects appear to arrest our women
Until we give them lemon and ginger in their water
A hegemony of homogeneous sums
Those Suns and daughters quietly shower
In the waterfall of their parent's fading laughter
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Awake or asleep it doesn’t mean a thing
There is an empty space between everything
We are carbon copies of cosmic iconography
And the dawn plays tricks on our vision
Swollen objects appear to arrest our women
Until we give them lemon and ginger in their water
A hegemony of homogeneous sums
Those Suns and daughters quietly shower
In the waterfall of their parent's fading laughter
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