Embracing the illusion of racing
Catch me pacing
Evaporating within myself
Only help I need comes from fallen leaves and remembered stolen ancestors
Who’ve found themselves floating in the endless air
I have no fear
Never scared
Flat Earth problems
Blue kyanite and amythst
Been seeing the future more frequently
Wrote them out a few songs
Play the world like it’s a CD
Flat earth problems
She was
She was a mirror
An alignment
An embodiment
A step ahead
And I believed I loved her
DAYDREAMER
One hundred Lonely Years
One hundred lo lee years
is a trusted risk
diminished too quick
teasing taste of bliss
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
In me
There’s a peasant in me
More tame
Domesticated
A puppeteer, my sweet labrinyth
From her I get my strength
Hard steps
Most prized possessions
My sorry little secrets
Glimpse
In those deep brown eyes, a foreign language
I found a reflection of myself
A dance of identities intertwined
Our bloodline meeting in a strangers glance
Both captive and captivated
We read our stories, our selves, together
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