everything in circles
I had to die to be alive again
vanishing shadow
last night, around 4 in the morning
I reached down to my feet
something was there that made me want to reach down
it started as a feeling in the shadow
as though something I lost was calling out to me
when I touched it I realized it was a hand
which reached out to take mine
in a firm grip without weight
I pulled it up but I could only see the hand
beyond that only shadow and darkness
I pulled the hand close to me
and found myself lying down
a whirlwind of blue and black unfolded
a shape and a shadow
connected to the hand
dissipated
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mushroom
swim with the world beneath you
the fading blue of the endless depths below
alien faces crafting their muted music whilst you greet them in silence my skin turns red and I pass time smoking cheap Filipino cigarettes yet it would not matter if I were stranded on another planet or crossing the bridge with that nervous feeling like it was the first time
it’s the worst illness to fall on
being so far for so long 9 days and counting soon it’ll be 8 I wait
alien faces crafting their muted music whilst you greet them in silence my skin turns red and I pass time smoking cheap Filipino cigarettes yet it would not matter if I were stranded on another planet or crossing the bridge with that nervous feeling like it was the first time
it’s the worst illness to fall on
being so far for so long 9 days and counting soon it’ll be 8 I wait
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polar
all I have is captured
to remember when it was
for the empty air in between
where there was no other life
because we are split like drips into earth and sky with magnets for lips
splashes of polarity
so in candid street walks
and in smoky car shut ins the shadows become faces
the faces all mine
because we are split like drips into earth and sky with magnets for lips
splashes of polarity
so in candid street walks
and in smoky car shut ins the shadows become faces
the faces all mine
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luna
this was once a daydream
punch drunk madness
dilated passages
skirt flairs
you have transformed my lines
with flashes of soft reaching out
drowsy movement of hands
see how pious I have become
my luna
spinning in darkness
with the calculations of orbits
my daydreams
have surpassed
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wanting is the shadow
clean and clear stars
received the dreams collected
begins into air
like flares over enemy skies
years they will burn
brighten and glow
a passing moment
in thoughts to come
shoot shoot shoot
those without will chant
with a hand over our eyes
and a song in our ears
I have stolen a glance
and missed the trick
wanting is the shadow
the beast on my back
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