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Personal Piece- Contains upsetting material - Take
- synaesthesia + life = hope kinda important
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I shot a soul last night
Behind chameleon tuned eyes
It tore a hole through the universe
And then trimmed it down to size
A choir of ether crickets
Slapped cadenzas off a star
So I put on both my glasses
And I walked along that bar
The bar man sows new silver
From a fading rag of gold
I wore a smile against my spine
And drunk a garnished cold
My bottle cracked a fever
And we spat a plasma sky
Then the asphalt burnt with dreams
And in the dark a thick reed sighed...
Turn me in the static
Tear a lip edge down each cry
Tracking from the infinite
As galaxies collide
There above one beam I saw
A moon that trickles flies
Their eclipses fill forever
And they spiral out in minds
My hands held on like ashes
Kicked me back through years of stone
It's too late to charm the East
With all the games we play alone
When a spine splits into seashells
And a smile splits tattered knees
Obsidian is flowering
And molluscs scream bone trees
But the night of night is noiseless
Though its tongue could split all dawn
Corrode clay walls with citric
Thrusting skin from budding thorns
Children fish by silent rivers
Carvings crows to candycanes
But by now some ears can't feel these words
So I will play new ones with rain
Below the hold of colour
Past splintered waves of rhyme
Waits a worm that pins a finger
To each note that licks in time
There's a light hung off horizons
You can taste it when you bleed
Two people plug one current
But only one shock seeds
Plucking on an eyelash
Strumming stretched steps into feet
With a pot of blazing birdsong
And a face ripped out of meat
The only dreams were circles
Stamping nails by spiral hands
And I looked back with those lashes
Over everything I am
And we will weave another colour
Spinning footsteps with sweet sand
For anyone else to read this
You must also read each hand
And if this seems like nonsense
You have played your keys apart
Since the souls that can still swim this stream
Sprout feathers in the dark
That slip from lizard skins
To breathe their beat with better hearts
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