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2015

Lifeless demonstration

Lifeless demonstration

The red through my veins maintains your passions

The red reveals more than your bounce or word.

High off color and intuition, haul up!

I need you for soul conservation.

Come be live in this head, be habit of the nitrogen air I breathe, impress your full facet onto me.

Come sit.

Revel and reveal to me that I am she the one, the puller of stars and the one that grounds the magic upon your feet.

Remaining nameless, my offer is validated

The freedom to have another, layen for the lions.

Alive, a life is that which is now par shared sharing smoke and mirrors, a sting, the tyranny of substitute mutant inside.

The darkness posses the affections of who enables the grace and articulation

Bearing a tint to look directive at the daylight; here is to the delayed. broken communication and lost transitions that is all I am.

gracefully addicted knowing you are not.

Once these fears project you are unsafe, drunk and wanted.

Mourning light.

A closed window cannot hear reason or whispers.

Escapen dream state

Escapen dream state

Having thawed last month’s song, I am reforming.

The instances of my soul on my knees.

The still crouched orientation is bearing extra external views for the limited- and then there’s mine, unlimited, undone.

A compromise of gravity in dispute of force.

The decision; the pursuit of which direction lays the uncomfortable, the partnership of dormant will. Mindful stealth?

I’m a lodger of temporary locality, determined by current temperament and a lumpy equilibrium, trying to make raid assault on lost composure trying to conjure some nonsense to tempt. 

I have a lonely body. No missionary or unsafe tussling.

I will fight horizontal and empathize with the farthest current waters sources.

While we pry, we pray, we dive.

Looking for others who drown whole, fragile, erect immobile.

The truth; we are boneless, gay, we are superfluous and innocent, we lie to ourselves, taint ourselves wholesome - the lies of fables.

Yet

Take me by my image, the image that evokes. Take me of a place we can find commonplace, that resonates to both our reflections, I do not know who you are, but now I am finding myself within you.

I am with you, yet I belong to the world.

I greet the tempestuous the unaligned and call home to pastures that currently cease to awake the bashful statures of stars above.

The world rejoices and asks, who can I ask if I am recognizable or to question the state of my manifestation?

Unless I am a temporary moment of memory, I necessitate domestication to retain rogue reverie and find tessellated desolation, always alone always together.

It all seems knotted.