:in between words and worlds:i.With amorphous regret in my mind and genesis in my notebook I turn the page and there is the hateful etching of your name a hundred times over and over until its engraved on my wrists and under my eyelids, those crimson marks dispersing into atoms when I close my eyes, there is the slight tremble of the summer leaves and the south birds migration, there are the salmons leaping in ocean's tears and mountain's streams and there are cars whizzing by the empty voids between our words and worlds. To you, words exist in worldsAnd to me worlds live in the existence of words But you'll only frown and turn away, and accuse me of being philos
falling into thunderThe lightning last nightElectric azure, like crashing bolts, like silver swordsfrom the deep ebony above,[the colors of your summer gaze]there were no clouds, [for they were floating in my mind]his still image, in black and white, that smileof candour was like mudwater, filling up the gaps,the blank, empty, deep voidsunder my eyelidsI pull the blanket to my chin, [flash, flash, boom goes the lightning above,and i pretend to see a window shatter like ice, [even shadows have deceased, to the brightest gleams of nowhere]maybe you've awaken, to this sound of a musical mess perforating through our dreamy, da
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