There's tape in the Jukai that keeps the option open
Or takes you to a scene where a life was broken
The trees limber up, the ground stands in place
You see a year old skull, that used to have a face
A yellow tent is pitched in the middle of the path,
I step forward and speak, and get a whimper back
He has been there for a month, on liquid alone
Contemplating whether or not
To follow that tape back home
All clutch me tighter now, for
I finally enjoy the warmth
Of blessed weather.
Lust has passed by,
Nothing vulgar resides.
Only marriage flows through my
Axons.
Neurons are calm harbors,
Breaks from the tempest.
Banned from some,
Still his paler flesh prevails
Living in the shadows,
And standing in parking lots,
Is all past intrigue.
Certain stanzas help me believe.
St. Lucia came beside, and
Held my head for many days.
While unit 6 had its linoleum floors locked throughout my bones.
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