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in a small house
with the void
and the night sky
you are happy
and everything
fits so well
living in dreams
you are happy
shivering on the stairs
or crying in bed
with nothing to hold onto
in a bleeding night
in a small house
the sun sets
on the floors below
you are drifting
and everything
is failing
into lacking peace
I am drifting
stumbling down the stairs
to shiver in bed
with nothing to hold onto
on a bright new day
centuries
you are helping
with starry skies against the blood and emptiness
in a small house with the void and the night sky
centuries
you are helping
with starry skies against the blood and emptiness
in a small house with the void and the night sky
in a small house
with the void
and the night sky
I am happy
and everything
fits so well
living in dreams
I am happy
shivering on the stairs
or crying in bed
with nothing to hold onto
in a bleeding night
in a small house
in a dark room
under the night sky
we are happy
in a small house
with the void
sitting on the stairs
we are happy
falling down the stairs
and dying in bed
with nothing to hold onto
on a bright new day
centuries
you are helping
with starry skies against the blood and emptiness
in a small house with the void and the night sky
centuries
you are helping
with starry skies against the blood and emptiness
in a small house with the void and the night sky
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a dead silence sinking mind crawling
sad skirts splendid pictures remember
new old places tired patterns
some lost sense of rain washed in mist
vast and demanding trouble begins here
distortions in harmony of sin
wakeful demonic a sound like joy
scribble words and numbers in a dead book
take a brush and paint some nice pictures
and create something like a sound like joy
in a gallery on the seashore
ghosts made of sand live there
they play their music and sing
and you can hear it from your home
in a gallery on the seashore
no one has been there for ages
it used to be a clinic
for dolls with no grace
hate and disgust bridges sleep in exile
harvest memories for a person
drinking aurora to a sound like joy
self and selfless sleep in waves of silver
pretty memories of a person
moments of deep clocks to a sound like joy
a well groomed world waits with blades and hammers and concerned parents
it does not end it just goes deeper and deeper and grinds everything into disease and nothingness
a death's touch that looms over everything and screams and cries forever
no rest creatures from all angles busy and cruel with no boundaries and foul stench and minds
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grainy evening air collects everything for an easy meal
song stars scale plumes of shade
searching for names listening to second circles whine
held by fragile strings over cracked ground
dancing pits filled with ants and hats and alarm
micro transit models lay on scrubbed floors
social nectar head filled with vile liquids
pouring temples into summer photos
answers come in fear of snake bites
paying for roses that will stitch balloons to mornings
frail experience wait by the gate just laying there
traveling to scarce places with low internal dialogue
neverending stories of adorable tasteless smoke
picking the last leafs of spring to make a bed
all special products delivered on airplanes
time comes and goes and carries a sleepy crown
extended nerves trailing mirrors over flesh
killing minutes like flies made of silk
riding in chariots filled with cherries down empty streets
naked branches from buildings twisting in the air
relaxing surrounded by familiar metal animals
borders and domains are crossed and erased with speed
breaths making sounds like broken candles on the sidewalk
caged festivities in the hopeless distance
thousands of helpless paper dolls falling from the sky
they land and turn puddles into steam
in the sulky hour in the boring hour in the approved hour
in a warm coat during the paper summer
with lungs full of helpless paper air
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in a small house surrounded by blankets
with the void in the living room
and the night sky all around me
a nest of chains and knives for some safety
I put my hand on a boiling kettle
the mittens on the moon
in the woods behind the house
I have built a small graveyard
there lives many small bright crows
in the woods behind the house
in the space outside the house
it all stops and breaks apart
I fall through the ground and sky
in the space outside the house
let your eyes rest on worn night skies
and give them your life and your love
getting lost in strange and unknown buildings
there's floors and walls and ceilings
and there is nothing all around me
in the woods behind the house
I have built a small graveyard
there lives many small bright crows
in the woods behind the house
in the space outside the house
it all stops and breaks apart
I fall through the ground and sky
in the space outside the house
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An Imagined Form
10:36
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moving into a small house with the void and the night sky
alone and wrapped in blankets by the edge of a forest
rust playing in their eyes
and birds drowning in the blood
that flows from their royal mouths
drink it all and suffer for them
smiling at old damage that rots and masks
with a temporary face frail and unbecoming
fluttering and afraid of letters
seared in morning helplessness
constrained and imagined form
a small house on the sea shore
broken town in the sea
staring wide eyed at a sad and jumbled plot
loving and sincere purring like kittens
disappearing in notebooks
forgotten in towering eyes
wistful reading
giving up
walking tired by the side of a road in the night
familiar music flows through the air
from a break in the horizon
a small house comes into the world
it sounds like whispering smiles
the landscape breaks into a mist
the ground gone
the sky gone
moving into a small house with the void and the night sky
alone and wrapped in blankets by the edge of a forest
smiling at old damage that rots and masks
with a temporary face frail and unbecoming
fluttering and afraid of letters
seared in morning helplessness
constrained and imagined form
moving into a small house with the void and the night sky
alone and wrapped in blankets by the edge of a forest
clinging to the rail on an iron bridge
blushing with hands bleeding
and shivering chest caved in
glass all over the ground
always slipping on hair
getting stuck and pulling until it hurts
there's just so much dust between the pages
moving quickly through depressing buildings
afraid of fluttering out of existence
unaware of answers given
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every star pierced and bound to the night sky bleeding the gift of knowledge of others forgotten and free of the light and weeping
stars fall and worlds end and oceans are filled with the blood and the tears of drowning voices who have waited and waited to speak
memories eaten by the void with nothing to learn they wait to speak and shine with the stars and to bleed and to fall with the night
unbidden tears fill the sky and the stars weep and everything is swept away and the light shines still and the light shines nevermore
oceans beyond count the sky dies and the world dies and the scarred earth dances while everything falls and falls and falls and falls and falls
days and nights bound like gifts pierced with light and darkness there is blood in the air there are stars in the sky there is blood in the night sky
listen to the night fall it's the sound of the stars weeping into the void it's the voice of the world drowning in blood and screaming
a trans girl whose heart will tear apart the night sky and devour the stars and the oceans and bleed on the world forever
it's the voice of the scarred and the dolls and the nonexistent in a small house with the void and the night sky and the dying
this is how the night falls and all the dolls shatter into stars and the sky and the night is dead this is how the night falls
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