Petals blown from closed hands, by quiet breath Reason defines us, beauty carries us, recognition makes us Every thread well placed, every aperture leaks Dream of the coming on, fail to realize we cannot carry that which we cannot acquire Oh we have lost what we longed for The feeling in my arms, my embrace, that which you have dropped This canon is complete, we need this we need this This canon is complete, (we need) Touch me deeply as you once had, and I will not soon forget it We speak in riddles to deny the past, to love the present, to prepare the future Beyond that which we have more of, I have seen an old glimmer Its starry eyes for empty skies, I tell you I shudder so hard to find, an embrace so hard to maintain I sweat pictures, words hours of days gone, once buried, and the corpses now warm to the touch (to the touch) (warm) (to the touch) I am the horizon. I have dreamt of my eyes tracing rings around this world. my arms are stretched to forever. My fingers shake with the fear of control. The fear I know you all know so well. We all lay claim to our destinies yet we all rise and fall with the current.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 04:05:25 +0000
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