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Refracting in spirals
Up, up and away from here and
Now is the time to
Attempt to see, to get it clear but
Everything is glittering
The sky is full of stormclouds rising
Sunlight lifts, apocalypse
And rapture are just synonyms so
Fly, we've got to try, though it's so
Far to fall we're fainting at this
Height, my knuckles turn white,
I love the pictures that our minds are painting...
Visionary, waiting to see the
Light, magnesium white, like daybreak
Tearing away, so hard to say the
Words, like birds, they rip free from my
Lungs. The new creation of a sleepless mind is dawning
The world's new chaos is the hope
At the centre of the kaleidoscope.
They never can tell you
When and where the inspiration
Strikes earth, like lightning,
If it comes once it's sure to happen
Twice. Again, the grief and pain
Of simply living opens an
Abyss within, the guilt of sin
Inertia's laws will slowly kill so
Breathe, it's your turn to live
Though living never l
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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