vision
the seeing, the division
incision in your cognition
the fear of superstitions
of false bitches
and precisions
automic men
and broken cisterns
atomic men
it concerns me..
You were gone from the world
You work too hard
After all this time
the ambulance left
the climbing onto real God
the climbing onto warm bed
I think I saw what happens next
after a no i realized
u have the style of a nine-lives
the scream and scratch and shout
the wilderness about,
the true team that stood
came back for good
can we last thru candy?
thru another night?
Can we talk
or do i want tall and dark?
The ways,
i wanted to say things
that you could touch me to
and i wanted ur skin
maybe some day i'll even want ur breathe
but for now
i'm okay in this afterlife