I'm going to combust after I love this tonic
and then only then will the true block it
like another line to a generic rap song
so blandly written and so quickly sung
then the shirt is rung
of its tie die colours
in rubber band wraps
words collapse
in the descriptions of all colours
and so does my skull empty skeleton

so lays a pile of bones
that none alone
fear to dig through
maybe poke with a stick but that is it
so I sleep here hovering above
as a soul resting in peace
with these pile of bones
haunting their murdered home

that's what I though identities attract...

...chicago is a second home to me
only there do we resent
the mirror of all of is spent
seeing another is like seeing yourself
so again we begin
like two soldiers
packed in sardine can writes
sodium processed
as the salt of the earth
witnesses to the stars falling down

dreams only focus on an already dizzy mind
they won't leave me behind in a wake of fresh water
sea salt of the oceans
glass choruses
smooth over the sand of each gentile
fauna carrying the promise of God's covenant
books translated into one person's interpretation
so are the promises
of a savior proclaiming to deliver
all the lost prayers
to fulfillment in the sunset sullen skies

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