Tag: mystic poetry

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White noise

Bless I am on finger spawn

Electric trenches bathing my cervical

Back and fold I’m a circus; locomotive

Freedom brings Casanova, baby mothers, and virgin wings

Spirals of the world most foul

Dancing wolves who often howl

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One day

One day see the fruits of my labor
Miracle after miracle
How lightly I’ll float by
I’m sure I wouldn’t even recognize
How slow my mind processes
I’ve been keeping my eyes to myself
Can’t see me
Refuse to see
One day I’ll be a shooting star and won’t be able to help but notice.
I won’t even be able to stop; catch a glance or nothing
The collisions will simply be an after thought as I’m smoking a winter spliff