i have nothing left but the sandals and shorts and shirts, a few gadgets and trinkets that remind me of where i came from but how i got here and where i am going are unbelievable and push past me like silent ghosts seeking an end of silence
inside i am the spectre of love, the remains after the involvement and resolution of the war of all time fought on the field of atonement. who lives and dies and settles finally to the half waking experiences of the resurrected souls
i whisper to hear your name again and again for then the light shines and the colors return in the world of grey faces and forms. pearls drip from your eyes and the second i reach for them i am adrift in the tides of empty beaches
open waters surge across my feet and i feel everything pulsing in waves of shifting forces. windows shake in the wind and hold back the torrents of voices pleading for their part of me, their pound of flesh that no longer sits on my bones.
i dream and the truth is awake in the darkness where i can see with cats eyes and sleepy assurances that all life is empty to the dreamer.
inside i am the spectre of love, the remains after the involvement and resolution of the war of all time fought on the field of atonement. who lives and dies and settles finally to the half waking experiences of the resurrected souls
i whisper to hear your name again and again for then the light shines and the colors return in the world of grey faces and forms. pearls drip from your eyes and the second i reach for them i am adrift in the tides of empty beaches
open waters surge across my feet and i feel everything pulsing in waves of shifting forces. windows shake in the wind and hold back the torrents of voices pleading for their part of me, their pound of flesh that no longer sits on my bones.
i dream and the truth is awake in the darkness where i can see with cats eyes and sleepy assurances that all life is empty to the dreamer.
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