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@fleshshrine
Copse of sinew, mildew, and ash
Here in your light is where I found you
crowded room, angled lights
crowded room, empty nights
crowded mind, feel alright ?
flesh and bone tool
a common tool of the trade
Always involved and involving
a new extension of feeling
a new essence of being
Some memories feel like a secluded paradise
others give a sense of burden
cluttered, pieced apart
yet flowinhg through all the same,
You can hide in the vast ambient nature of things
but their silent imprints remain
As if lost in dissonance and discrepancy
the place we deserve
And through that aspect of ‘not being’ it somehow became
everything I see reflects back to me
I was lost but now i’m found
everything I see reflects back to me
as the world makes it way around
everything i see reflects back to me
lost in a sea of grief
everything I see reflects back on me
Lost?
in a Dream Mirror
There is a sun out on the horizon
I want to reach it
I want to grab it
I want to hold it within my hands
I’m speaking a language you don’t understand
the sounds and movements are not being registered by your ears or eyes
I can’t seem to find the right way to scream
I’ll move my tongue again
my cold, black tongue
Take a look at the colors popping out of the page and ignore the ones that do not
Uncommon virtues
Digging through the soil and the remains that have been left unearthed
waiting to see which words are wrong
well it’s wrong in the way you placed it
and it’s wrong in the way you used it
and sometimes deep inside it seems that there’s something wrong inherently
and it moves with the motions
It groans , it aches, it moves
So fragile and saccharine
A porcelain body with a transparent mind
Cleaving its way inside
One of one of one of one
Encompassing all