Wednesday, November 21, 2012

sky scraping.

how high is the passage that ends in your image
mentaphysical
we distanced planets in order to escape the thought of you
yet still
like the remains of the day collapsing inward with the sundrowning,
it comes crawling
back

hallucination
please me to no end
a lucid nation
to live in again
I'm free because of you

there's an anchor in my chest, the sea's in disarray
your flickering image has circulation
a beating heart
I bet in three more years I won't be able to remember your face
I bet
yeah, three more years
keep it coming
keep it coming
charge me with desertion, oh it's coming