usually the oceans splash open a thousand faces all at once, forms into the features of everything two voices, lulling and deafening they stand quietly before the payphone, one after another, and speak in foreign tongues.... the music i play is just loud enough to begin to drown their voices slips the money into my hand and winks she hangs the receiver back in its place, and walks out of the room
lips stretched far down the ribs and torsos, twisted and kissing
fingers, indistinct, like floating ghosts, issue from the caverns
michael,                                                                                                                                                       my strangest angel
at night, the thickets are terrifying ... the pretty lights run forever
before they leap from the cliffs into the ragged arms of the wind, i see the odd metal rings on their fingers
at night, i am king and slave, driven blind through the dead branches, through the green leaves and i hear a rustling in the woods
at night, i am king and slave, driven blind through the dead branches, through the green leaves and i hear a rustling in the woods
i like the pretty lights
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FEED ME, I HAVEN'T EATEN IN A THOUSAND YEARS.
FEED ME, I AM SO HUNGRY.

 the river will never be the ocean
every atom shudders as do i, suspended by my spine
i will layer these pictures so that they stretch out from the abyss of dreams.... i lose myself, thinking:"what are words?" and "what am  i to wonder, and to stare?"from what womb did we emerge and what world did we bring forth? --being born occurs hundreds of times in one's life, sleep, a little death, altered states and our perceptions, flowers die, but a skeletal beauty remains i will layer these pictures so that they stretch out from the abyss of dreams.... i lose myself, thinking:"what are words?" and "what am  i to wonder, and to stare?"from what womb did we emerge and what world did we bring forth? --being born occurs hundreds of times in one's life, sleep, a little death, altered states and our perceptions, flowers die, but a skeletal beauty remains
everything is enfolded into everything
two shall become one , three four and five-being born occurs  as we occur, as we light the heavens with our fire
two shall become one , three four and five-being born occurs  as we occur, as we light the heavens with our fire
everything is enfolded into everything
from what womb did we emerge and what world did we bring forth? --being born occurs hundreds of times in one's life, sleep, a little death, altered states and our perceptions, flowers die, but a skeletal beauty remains
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usually the oceans splash open a thousand faces all at once, forms into the features of everything
i believe in everything.... everything is sacred.... ibelieve in nothing.... nothing is sacred
another continent, another moment.. all the world is a mountain, a silent staring mountain

ON THE STREET, THE PEOPLE DO NOT SEE ME AS I WATCH
usually the oceans splash open a thousand faces all at once, forms into the features of everything

NOR WOULD THEY WANT TO

 usually the oceans splash open a thousand faces all at once, forms into the features of everything
i am nothing if not a word
too much to forget

HIDDEN WITNESS, I SEE THE THOUSANDS OF THINGS THEY DO.
i like the pretty lights
i would reach the summit and submit to the sky... god is the mountain.. too high for us to scale... the base is littered with human remains..... refused... silently and patiently refused
another continent, another moment.. all the world is a mountain, a silent staring mountain
usually the oceans splash open a thousand faces all at once, forms into the features of everything usually the oceans splash open a thousand faces all at once, forms into the features of everything usually the oceans splash open a thousand faces all at once, forms into the features of everything
usually the oceans splash open a thousand faces all at once, forms into the features of everything
usually the oceans splash open a thousand faces all at once, forms into the features of everything
another continent, another moment.. all the world is a mountain, a silent staring mountain
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THE BEAUTIFUL LIGHTS SING TO YOU AS YOU APPROACH THE CITY. MY SHAME FAALLS DOWN. IT IS ORDINARY. HERE, IN OPEN FIELDS, WHERE WE HAVE RODE HORSES ALL NIGHT LONG. I LAY MY BODY DOWN. I HAVE CRUSHED WILD FLOWERS WITH MY WEIGHT. I SINK INTO THE GREEN OF WEEDS. THESE, MY LIPS, HAVE EATEN WORDS...
i woul reach the summit and submit to the sky
my prison is myself.. " i'll give you something to cry about" my prison is this world
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my prison is myself.. " i'll give you something to cry about" bellowed dad/god while his blue neck veins popped..a lone finger follows a single, purple vein down the wrist, intent, awake, sharp as  whip you might say
my prison is myself.. " i'll give you something to cry about" my prison is this world
a lone finger follows a single, purple vein down the wrist
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i remember[]i forsee[]searching][iremember[]i see][piles and piles[]miles and miles][searching][see[]little life][see][forsee
it's raining in this room; washes the couch clean of memories, of passing ghosts that linger and recline.....
this is why the everlasting survives death and returns to the sea.....i would reach the summit and submit to the sky... only to fall from the cliffs and be dashed on the crags below..
my prison is myself.. " i'll give you something to cry about" my prison is this world

FEED ME, I HAVEN'T EATEN IN A THOUSAND YEARS.
FEED ME, I AM SO HUNGRY.
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