Thoughts are numbed at the stage,
I surrender my youth by immortalising it.
Siamese flesh turns cold in fear,
Once more am I trapped by the mirrors edge.
Steeples as tight as noses
And as long as sight, seem to turn
And touch like pouting swords,
Threatening their own sharpness.
Veins are sucked into linen
And sew a bed, a pulping body
And dreams bleed on pillows,
Seekers find only themselves.
Prodigies will be abandoned
And lost to a father, a child’s curiosity
And blessed by the water’s skin,
Spontaneity is the explorer’s gurantee.
Opal freckles ignite the heart
And craft it to a druse, waves are blood
And dreams combust in hiding,
Unfamiliar feelings are the most comforting.
Despair infects wasted time
And potent deviations part, potential is thought
And liquid ideas are once again lost to youth,
In this estranged recital of truth I stand before myself.
Thoughts are numbed at the stage,
I surrender my youth by immortalising it.
Siamese flesh turns cold in fear,
Once more am I trapped by the mirrors edge.