Taken from words put through a cut up machine and then filtered out
Knocking the tree alive behind this soft circulation
The mouth branch shapes secrets harder and flickers against eyes
Bombed waves are heaven's scatter
Kiss this edging, I'm her coat now
In the empty tense I march small fingers between steps of fragility
Wailing white, finding bones, teeth, numerals and knees
The frail thinking escaped a void that cannot close
Some skin from his gold leaves chatter a flying kiss
And when you're shaking fingernails your elbows are unsure
Watching shadows in trapped unhappy dancing
----------------------------------------------------------------Ruin that blade,the regret, that deathbed
Powder blue hands broken
Eyes spit roaring your dawn
Underneath the swimming river
Melting heaven goodbye, from nothing you made this
Everyone you know
Broken minute tornados kissing light
Pencilling the heart into the wind
Farewell drowned friends, everyone burns
Our folding hands keep your warm heaven from falling
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