paths of metal flickering crawl
up hills that ate water for days
while I slept upright like a scarecrow
find me a fence to crash into spiritually
put me on wheels in a basket
let me find that criminal dream again
that I've been lacking like a leaf detached
from the sinning tree
I know all the functional charades
of the usual traffic
I know all about your implanted scars
your body of skulls
long daisy chain limbs
from the touchless future of fucking
I see the frame of your soul
is gold with hints of fractured purple
I see the end of all things is gathering
like flowers in a bed of dead flowers
all gone from the siren's bleached crow call.
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