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And if the flesh of your vessel is your only sacred device, the internal engine will weep for its own validity.
Fixed Image
All my dreams are better in picture
With all senses lost, I can only imagine
My serene scene which waits between passes of thought
The distance is unplanned, the destination marks unknown
A developing picture that spares any eternal parts
Mounted in the frame of my brain
To paint it would unravel the beauty it renders
Its still stature would leak into change
Every wrong brush stroke would attack its anatomy
Every addition builds the tower of incompletion for my dream in which I will never attain
So enclosed it must stay, till it oozes with decay and escapes the ridges of its fixture
Every plan that I make will meet the same fate because all my dreams are better in picture
Meadows long and wide
Fields of starcrossed valleys
A gift to my eyes
Bridge of Western France
The people crowd round to dance
The bridge cracks below
Lobster bath water
Claws still linger in the tub
A feast or a friend
I just want to be cool
Eternal motions
Yawning oceans
All are hers
She lends to me
Concious love
Clouds above
All are hers
She loans to me
Lukewarm riches
Birds and fishes
All are hers
She grants to me
Endless drift
A living gift
All are hers
And Iāll roam free
She calls me near
And brushes my hair
With fingers of twigs
And nails of leaves
She keeps me cold
But swears me warmth
With her amber beauty
And motherly gaze
I am your son
One of many
Love me now
And keep me warm
For I wonāt miss
Another autumn
Wrapped in leaves
Sheāll call me again
Synthesize your thoughts
Or suffer with the lone
A selfish prayer
To desperately atone
Feed the fear of unknowing
The water screams with sin
Your turn will soon be coming
Soon you will be in
In the spot thatās marked
For saints of your desire
But twisted is your soul and soon
Youāll be met with fire
āOnce I was a lover, I searched behind your eyes for you.ā - Tim Buckley
I feel like Selmers, I aspire to be like her
āSometimes
I think
And start
To sinkā
Oh how frightening
It is to be
Eternally aging
Till time takes me
Now Iām here
Between the cold
Soothing my fear
Of growing old
10/17/24
To write is to abandon any sense of tone and to embrace my thoughts without the fear that people are only hearing my voice and not my words.
Sue me for my ignorance but only know it comes from my fragility and lack of ability to push words past my larynx.
I recognize theyāll come out sloppy and dishonest, and my tone reads only the most droning pattern of speech to be heard.
God I love red dead Iām gonna cry about it now
Hello again Tumblr (the empty void echoes back)
Time to get my clown posse together, whoās in.
Hosea encourages Arthurās random naps