We are beings of light that exist in the photospheric realm between dust and shadow.
We take our place; chosen pose in the tableau.
Rosen nose, cozen your liberties, hypocrisy; transubstantiation of just gold.
Walk down the block you’ll see, in your mind’s eye; maybe.
Now you’re blind claiming that you’re free.
It’s not, and never will be; a part of god’s plan.
Eclectic, spiritual anorexic; light the fire under the hypothetical ass.
At best it’s, misdirected; watch it touch grass.
Cut it down, strip it all barren.
Skin walker mode on; no one’s welcome here.
Scatter the reflection in these empty brown eyes.
You died before; still I taste your fear.
Near.
Nearing an end.
That which has manifested long before.
Cool and calm; embrace the floor.
A texture I’ve missed so much; this may be the last time.
Because the world hates people like us.
They wish we’d shut up.
Scroll of darkness and overflowing cup.
Crossed swords and emotions erupt.
In love with the disorder, cut the cord and I’ll be bored again.
Lost in time together; you’re my only friends.
I hope this never ends.
At best it’s, misdirected; watch it touch grass.
Cut it down, strip it all barren.
Skin walker mode on; no one’s welcome here.
Scatter the reflection in these empty brown eyes.
You died before; still I taste your fear.
Near.
Nearing an end.
Cool and calm; embrace the floor.
A texture I’ve missed so much; this may be the last time.
Because the world hates people like us.
They wish we’d shut up.
Scroll of darkness and overflowing cup.
Crossed swords and emotions erupt.
In love with the disorder, cut the cord and I’ll be bored again.
Lost in time together; you’re my only friends.
So good to see you.
So good to hear you.
So good to feel you.
So good to feel better.
Crossed swords and emotions erupt.
In love with the disorder, cut the cord and I’ll be bored again.
Lost in time together; you’re my only friends.
I hope this never ends.
So good to feel better. –Michael Kabu Ament
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