circumference . . . crust . . . crawling . . . from crevices . . . nooks . . . hoods . . . we huddle
. . .
every . . . in . . . ♫ænd . . . non
. . .
vertabret
. . .
swerve . . . tacktics . . . MUST . . . stay . . . ALIVE . . . you came to me once already . . . despite . . . the brightness of the light . . . and how it blinded us . . .
forever watching . . . with . . . me . . . always how i love her . . . keep me safe at night . . .
blankets . . . woven . . . from your . . . inevitable . . . socio-environmental . . . interaction . . . cuddling . . . with cotton made out of serendipity and chance . . .
but tonight neither of us could sleep . . .
sewed . tired of lying awake by SsengamNiloc
i love you .
but tonight neither of us could sleep . . .
sewed . tired of lying awake by SsengamNiloc
thank you mom . . . for everything
. . .
the freedom . . . ♫ænd the jail cell
. . .
the container ♫♫ænd the containee
i love you .
in it till the last brick breaks your back . . .
if we could take the moment now to appologize on our behalf . . .
as only you can remember how many cracks we stepped on . . .
fault lines ... iTS ... Y-OUR ... fault . . .
sorry i can not see with tears in my eyes . . .
im dying . . . while you live on me . . . i . . . love . . . you
if we could take the moment now to appologize on our behalf . . .
as only you can remember how many cracks we stepped on . . .
fault lines ... iTS ... Y-OUR ... fault . . .
sorry i can not see with tears in my eyes . . .
im dying . . . while you live on me . . . i . . . love . . . you
soft shade new eyes . . . every mourning . . . an elder in a box . . his hands . . . were only dry . . . when they were cold . . . he enjoyed the winter . . . as did i . . .
in the winter . . . the snow forgives the sun for scorching mysurface . . . in this . . . sun-ray oven that scourges . . . my skin . . . to a crisp . . . blankets that keep me warm kill our plants . . . ænd make many seek shelter . . .
this . deathly . rotiserry . visits . . .
b.b.e.ing cooked . . . while crying!
your mother . . . despite her super woman beauty . . . had an idea of utopia too . . .
your mother . . . despite her super woman beauty . . . had an idea of utopia too . . .
she . . . spins . . . to save you . . . within every thirteen loops . . . as the moon . . . i spin once
rocking . . .your vessel to a . . . serene . . . saline . . . neutral . . .sailing . . . sleep . . . now
you eat me . . .
you piss on me . . .
you re-shape me . . .
you walk all over me . . .
you shove large quills through me and milk me . . .
you hide under any feather that has fallin from my tiny wings . . .
you pull thin threads from a pin hole of light in your camera-obscura and weave it . . .
you live in a paniced faced situation scrabeling for a release as a substitue for the void complex . . .
PLUS . . . BOMB THREATS!
dont . . . think . . .what . . . you . . . whisper . . . what . . . you . . . dont . . . say . . . i hear . . .
i . . . love . . . you
♫♫♫♫♫♫ænd all my children . . .
im so proud of my children . . .
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