If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed.
Then we should feed our jewellery to the sea.
For diamonds do appear to be.
Just like broken glass to me.
Then she said she cant believe.
Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues.
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs.
Northern Downpour sends its love.
Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don’t you go down.
Sugarcane in the easy morning.
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
The ink is running toward the page, it’s chasing off the days.
Look back at boat feet and that winding knee.
I missed your skin when you were east.
You clicked your heels and wished for me.
Through playful lips made of yarn that fragiled Capricorn unravelled words like moths upon old scarves. I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches call it home. You are at the top of my lungs.
Drawn to the ones who never yawn.
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