my eyes wander back to the fluorescent night
puckered bodies in heavenly pleasure
a dying light ruptures my room and falls to dust
in infinite dreams we are boundless, lost
phoenix, but we are not immortal on our journey
only seas when the blue overflows, overflows
untapered creations in the distant echo of madness
living for that limbless music, those magic spells, heedless
vacancy when the faint glow clambers
I open my eyes wide and I have outgrown this dream forest
illuminated branches in a weather-beaten fortress
oh, how gullible I was to take off, lingering in the void
mouthless in a cityscape, hands sewn into destiny
that drunk reasoning when the morning doesn't feel the same
and I am bloated with regret, the song you sung so well
my foot in the door of memory kneeling when I pray
sculpted bronze out of clay, and oh, it was never easy
letting go of your love, your eyes so wistful and brown
what would the gods think of us now?
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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