sydney mortimer laurence / frank carter and the rattle snakes / jane austen / myself / charles bukowski / tony kushner / myself / sandy copier & virginia woolf / julia andreevna petrova / brick and mortar
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sydney mortimer laurence / frank carter and the rattle snakes / jane austen / myself / charles bukowski / tony kushner / myself / sandy copier & virginia woolf / julia andreevna petrova / brick and mortar
lights always shine brighter in contrast
every sliver i find
i hoard away
into my little box of keep sakes
not everything fits in the curves of my hands
i find myself holding
to empty bottles and glass
i have tried to fill with refraction
illusions that leave in the pitch
if i could collect the moon for us
simple like fire flies
id give you a jar to put in your box too
a ray for me and you
i am in control; this body isn't mine
i am in control; i am not scared to pilot this vessel into the ground
i am in control; i am not here
through the souls of my boots
through the cement
down the walls
i am counter weighted
where would i go if nothing was holding me down?