Eyeless in the morning sun you were

Pale and mild

A modern girl

Taken with thought still prone to care

Making tea

In your underwear

You went out in the yard to find

Something to eat

And clear your mind

And something bad inside me went away



Quaking leaves and broken light

Shifting skin

The coming night

The bearers of all good things arrive

Climb inside us

Twist and cry

A kiss on your molten eyes

Myriad lives

Like blades of grass

Yet to be realized

Bow as they pass



They are cold

Still

Waiting in the

Ether to

Form

Feel

Kill

Propogate

Only to die



They are cold

Still

Waiting in the

Ether to

Form

Feel

Kill

Propogate

Only to die

Dissolve magically

Absurdly

They'll end

Leave

Dissipate

Coldly and

Strangely

Return

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