the fireflies lilt and dance
across a watery surface of which these sorrows fall
i see your face in the glass
and i can't remember when
i saw you last

i found the medium once of ignorance
in which the emotion hit walls
of acid dreams and telephones busy

and i beat these floors with leaden heels
i wanted to beat the need
to hurt the object
i desired to have the one thing you valued most
but her eyes were so warm for you
all i felt was cold

numb...love

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miraculous ashen canyons
grow as moss
on the orange ember tip
of this last white smoke
my feverish attitudes
float away in grey puffs
of cumbersome distractions
I have come to love...

the cement border of the ground
crashes away around the frantic ants
destruction fills the electric antennae
I only chose to walk...

screaming out in silver curls
of young innocense - they chase one another
with their arms open in utter trust
you could fall into their pink mouths
and live forever in the brightness
if only everything didn't conform
to time...
the vast amounts of sand and swings
suffocates my eyes...
I want to die in this state of mind...

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