opportunities
bumbler bumbles
suckling nectar
gathering pollen
an adventurer
proposing interludes
pressing paper
to pen
with life |
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pyrite sunshine
in a land like this
where all’s laid out plain and bare
one forgets sometimes
the stones piling upon graves
and the ruthless world
as it swallows you
left alone with base thoughts
scribbling madly to keep the wolves at bay
believing the fantastic
can be bought with silver dollars
or hopes bottled bright
best to be sullen and dispassionate
wait for the sky to cave in
and live each moment
fully, without regret |
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impulse
i activate you
i turn you on
you are ready
for anything
i bring certainty
i am cornering
blending surreal
i ask for nothing
i only give
be wary
i can bring you down |
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