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He is a will-o'-the-wispYou know me
I appear when you're lost
Outside of you
Inside of you
Candor and candlelight
Appearing before me
Like some sort of decision
I'm not gonna buy it from you
When you haven't manifested yet
Do you love me?
Do you love the light?
Maybe there's a light inside of you.
Maybe we match.
Maybe we can match
Strike a match and we'll match
Just like you wanted.
So I struck the match
A dangerous sun, sinning orange
I didn't trust it and I let it fall
Seeing it alight, I couldn't
Look away until when this happened
Saw my hand and I saw him
For an instant
Can fire manifest, after all?
The will-o'-the-wisp, a tongue of flame?
Or just a soul as one.
I walk home
without a world.
You can sit atop gray cloudsHey there babe
I'll be hangin' around
By the gnarly tree
Clutching onto that fog
It didn't know it had
You never knew, did you
That it kept the last
Sad thing it held in
The pull of its rungs
Feelin' it when the stars
Slipped down like hairs
Around the mushroom
For our toes like nice guys
For our heads like love and war
For our hearts and scales and
Burning eyes, cold, blue,
And kissing fiercely.
Skyscrape that cloud tonight
We'll clamber all this void
Being just the orbs
We knew we were
Saying hello to the shiver
That ran around my hand
As it clutched yours like
Lightning grips the rain.
SuddenIt was sudden but I saw it
Collecting their eyes in a jar
Stripping slowly for the men
Swollen and dark, a swallow
Unwelcome but we loved you
This is where I arrived
My eyes left in their sockets
Stripping slowly for you
Taut and white, a curiosity
Piqued, unwelcome but I loved you
That was the mediation
Your eyes just wouldn't meet mine
Stripped and bargained, trading
Your eyes for my heart, each
Unwelcome and unloved.
It's a beautiful day when it's bornThe clouds are ripe and leaking blood
Trickling edgeward in the shelves of the sky
Black as sin and four times as vulnerable
But my, what a beautiful night we've expected it to be.
Swelling into light, a sparkle unbroken that
shatters the air around it into focus, attention
For the growth has just begun even though
The minds of the goddesses are all the more impure.
A cruel gesture that they try for, limbs wilting and
pouring sifting air sinews, hair coiling around the thing
Poor lips pursed open as they should be, dense
Until she upper heart compresses, a mad dance for freedom.
The sky lets it sick, lets it sop all the endeavor
According to the winding caress of the fingers
Not so gentle, disproportionate to be believed and
In my nature, a swallow that should remain vile and turned.
No.I will not respect
For condemning the Earth
When she bears fruit
But knows not how to soar.
I will not listen to
For stealing all such attention
So the Whisper it was born
Is no longer heard.
I will not acknowledge
For claiming it is the source of shade
While the Sun that beams behind it
Is truly to thank.
I will not feel
Until I can be sure that
My Feet not only grace the Earth,
But also the Sky.
Whispering somethings to a flowerThere are a lot of beings in this world, flower,
And I have trouble believing in any of them--
But not in you.
Showing me plainly what life is all about,
Supported by your incredibly lean stem
Leafing here and there.
I think I see your face when I lay eyes on your
Petals--soft color strokes, but I know that
Only masks are beautiful.
And yet this is how I am taught to believe
Teaching myself that purity exists
Precariously in striving.
When I drink, when I smoke, when I walk in the cold
I look to that girl who had long blonde hair
A flower too--some how, some way.
All I want you to know is that, you're my trust, flower.
There is nothing so strong as your idea
My own as well.
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