column taught betrays me still
under heartfelt clocks
every glass is hard to fill
thunder storms or less than this

like an obedient memory it serves when it suits
perception forms value as all merit melts
when forward is only toward you
everything seems to stop falling apart

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one way or the other
true colors
if i'm not already dead it's okay
to kill me
only one left thing to do
i've forgotten my age now

Empty pockets across the wall
screaming inside my heart hides
empty pockets Tuscan raiders

This will never be
paradise, milk and honey

Empty pockets consumed blind
shaking with courage faceless
empty pockets Tuscan Raiders

this will never be
paradise, milk and honey

it's always take and take

with our polarity switched, we push from each other
the results of a crash we've sunk ourselves
and for air all we can do is let go
with our polarity switch,we are pulled away from each other
looking on is the last choice
trapped by our own separate selves
two such vessels with so much spin
were never meant to touch

in awe to sequencing and tambourine clapping
mass economics and personal debt
my trappings and trim I eat with two hands
devouring silverware dishes candelabras
fingers lost to the frenzy my mind can't stop
my body from consuming more than enough

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midday feels contrived
longing for more than sun
when one moon is too few
life size spiraling out
one shell for the next
in a pit underground you'll dig

where will you buy it
in this hole, on some surface

in the evening even more
reaching for the stars
when one becomes not enough

because slowly condescending was already taken
last thought best, your mind shrinks possibilities to this one
one name first the many to come
given stole gained your hands quill the empty lines still