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The Joe - Sorry If It Singed You

"Nothing fills the gap and stays, at least, it seems that way ... I regret the day nightly because the gap remains and there's darkness painted there ... since the day I winced away from the light ... and the light was the Christ of my younger life when life was still exactly that..."


The sky went orange yesterday - God's task What are stripes to earn, when the stripes are black? Placate cruelty in man's fingertips This paroxysm, an effort of his Man sees the dirt and his feet become paws Man eats the plant, and with his teeth, he gnaws These structures built to collapse look much like fangs His pupils of sorrow, why yesterday? He asks: why a beast in this shadowed land? Finding ground on a shore of cloud-like sand His head not in the sand, nor in the clouds He is a tiger, identity found

Crude Lines

crude lines were made. but i don't trust the way i fill the space. and i don't trust the way you spill the ink. for space is pure amid our vanity. true eyes are a wade. composure beyond zephyr sway. let tides crash up until your knees. let the sky's tears change what you see. nothing stayed the same. pure eyes lost to aharlot's gaze. how is one able to love the world? how can one love such crude lines?

This Void

I gave my left to the moon and we made our vows, accepting this void
I gave my right to the sun waited silently, forgetting this void
I gave my hands to the sky and in this union, this is our parting
Looking back on that love, I was one with the day, so I thought when truly, I was one with the night