It percolates through these lungs when breathing in
Never to be that way, oh my god
never to be
All those little bits of oxygen entering the bloodstream
yearning for that sacred resting of the ear
the joy is felt at a distance
Pass through the chambers and fuel the body
eyes and smiles and more eyes again
an inverse person, a void - cannot reach out
Energy to the tendons, the muscles, all of it
new pulse allows the outstretching of hands
never to be that way, oh my god
an inverse person, a void - trying to reach out
let the hand suspend itself, let it galvanize,
let it rust; rust. Never to be
Nov 5, 2022
Nov 5, 2022 at 5:20 PM UTC
It percolates through these lungs when breathing in
Never to be that way, oh my god
never to be
All those little bits of oxygen entering the bloodstream
yearning for that sacred resting of the ear
the joy is felt at a distance
Pass through the chambers and fuel the body
eyes and smiles and more eyes again
an inverse person, a void - cannot reach out
Energy to the tendons, the muscles, all of it
new pulse allows the outstretching of hands
never to be that way, oh my god
an inverse person, a void - trying to reach out
let the hand suspend itself, let it galvanize,
let it rust; rust. Never to be
To have an iPhone on the ledge kind of person. A joy that cannot be shared
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