Rain these tears in.
Leave no trace in the desert storm.
Make the slithering snakes weaving a tapestry in my body stop.
Pull the edges of the cart back away from the silence in my soul.
Bony fingers poking out of my heart tearing flash as they draw the darkness out of my being.
Snow covered doves submerge themselves in lucid moments.
The horse drawn cart comes in my front door and ladens my home with foster monks.
It’s all upside down this world of mine.
The flat side of the earth feels more real now chased by leprechauns.
I dodge the unkind words my mind feeds to me.
Fingers tap, tap, tap.
Waiting for me to reach forward as if I am free falling out the window of pain.
I wonder if there’s a bottom in this pit. I wonder if I’ll ever see miracles in this life.
I wonder if I'll live long enough to try again tomorrow. It’s dry here in this tropical jungle.
I want to feel the grains of the sands of time stroking my heart with love.
I want to feel the pollen of hope in my life.
I want to feel anything other than the stampede of camels running through me.
The clear glass is ruined by the finger prints and the pretend kisses.
It tells the view of snatched egg shells making their way into my home.
I am left and process times by rodents and cockroaches.
I see no other joy than the muscles on the ants tramping into my bedsheets.
Believe me I have tried to make sense of all this
but nothing repeats it self long enough for me to figure out.
I get lost in the next lightning bolt as it surges through my body.
I get lost in the music that is piercing my mind and soul.
I get lost in the world that is so fucked up, that rabbits actually do come out of hats.t
Leave no trace in the desert storm.
Make the slithering snakes weaving a tapestry in my body stop.
Pull the edges of the cart back away from the silence in my soul.
Bony fingers poking out of my heart tearing flash as they draw the darkness out of my being.
Snow covered doves submerge themselves in lucid moments.
The horse drawn cart comes in my front door and ladens my home with foster monks.
It’s all upside down this world of mine.
The flat side of the earth feels more real now chased by leprechauns.
I dodge the unkind words my mind feeds to me.
Fingers tap, tap, tap.
Waiting for me to reach forward as if I am free falling out the window of pain.
I wonder if there’s a bottom in this pit. I wonder if I’ll ever see miracles in this life.
I wonder if I'll live long enough to try again tomorrow. It’s dry here in this tropical jungle.
I want to feel the grains of the sands of time stroking my heart with love.
I want to feel the pollen of hope in my life.
I want to feel anything other than the stampede of camels running through me.
The clear glass is ruined by the finger prints and the pretend kisses.
It tells the view of snatched egg shells making their way into my home.
I am left and process times by rodents and cockroaches.
I see no other joy than the muscles on the ants tramping into my bedsheets.
Believe me I have tried to make sense of all this
but nothing repeats it self long enough for me to figure out.
I get lost in the next lightning bolt as it surges through my body.
I get lost in the music that is piercing my mind and soul.
I get lost in the world that is so fucked up, that rabbits actually do come out of hats.t
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