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–when the rooster crows–

A trillion stars erased by one
Like ten-thousand campfires beside my window
These eyelids are pink

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–far off, a ship–

Silence by choice
Alone is my voice
Inside this body

Slowly we’ll go
Gently we’ll row
Into the silence

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–i can see coloured light reflecting off your soul–

You’re an awkward lanky creature
With dangly bones & a silly hair-cut
You entice me though
Beneath your smooth, golden fur
You’re an incredible, beautiful beast

Your delicate head smells so inviting
But you’re oddly delicious
For some reason
How many licks to your core?

You’re dirty, but so clean
It doesn’t make any sense
A natural phenomena
More than a mere existence

I can’t help myself
But if I can
I’ll help myself

Luckily for us
It’s about you
As much as I

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–missing–

Deep, deep within the blackest corners,
of the darkest storm,
The heaviest clouds rumble mighty bass

Miles above dreary, unconscious millions,
Vultures soar

Below the heavens and starlight
of faraway galaxies
Electricity ignites our sky

Where are you now?

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–trapped–

They’re just revolving doors
With no way out

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–back in may sometime–

Straight as an arrow, young pup
Take me someplace I’ve never been
You didn’t cut your hair for the job
Or did you?

Your mind is a sunny day
Your smile is genuine

I’ll come visit you in 10 years, pup
Will your hair-cut look the same?
You’re legit, dude.

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–dsl-25–

Listening to the stars twinkle
I noticed that the moon has depth
The universe must be real

As I devour this rock
I can hear my pencil scribble
I wonder for how long
Will the sound waves travel?

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–because you told me so–

When my energy
Is exactly the right shape
Language becomes obsolete
I might as well
Speak to a mirror
That reflects before it sees

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–temporary art-time–

The existence of a line
Is never independent
Of a million tiny specks
Spread o’er the canvas blank

The existence of our time
Is linear too

Can you draw a perfect circle?

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–brain cells dancing–

There is no word
For what this music does
To this mind
Or this body
But, like the mountains
It reminds me
Existence is not futile

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–ssh–

Boxy little lives
Warm and quiet
Each and every night
No surprises please

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–resources–

So much information
Concentrated here
On one little planet
What will we do with it?

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