The fairy times
We flap our arms like wings
We take off
Like the plane of other worlds
The plane that gives my ears pain.
Dreams I only dream here
Beds don’t give me imagination
Don’t make my legs shake
I read about snakes, tattoos of snakes,
Speaking of snakes back home
I admit I’ve never seen mountains before
The lift to the clouds
Is another dream but less pointless
It suits me, it engulfs me
It has me for breakfast left out on the road
It’s a walk in heaven
Bends, mends to my heart
Looking for the roots of my imprisonment
I find myself growing with the lilacs
Out of the belly of the cow.
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
The fairy times
We flap our arms like wings
We take off
Like the plane of other worlds
The plane that gives my ears pain.
Dreams I only dream here
Beds don’t give me imagination
Don’t make my legs shake
I read about snakes, tattoos of snakes,
Speaking of snakes back home
I admit I’ve never seen mountains before
The lift to the clouds
Is another dream but less pointless
It suits me, it engulfs me
It has me for breakfast left out on the road
It’s a walk in heaven
Bends, mends to my heart
Looking for the roots of my imprisonment
I find myself growing with the lilacs
Out of the belly of the cow.
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