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I’ve to ................................................................................. 3
Change ................................................................................ 4
The crimson trembling ........................................................ 6
Willow flames .................................................................. 11
Colourless ......................................................................... 12
The queue before you ....................................................... 13
The way the silence talks .................................................. 15
Emergo ............................................................................. 17
The year ............................................................................ 19
I’ve to
It's strange
What I can know,
And hope to never change.
The crimson trembling
That's it.
I've got to slow down the thinking
Now,
And straighten myself up.
From the dire jump
Which I've tried before the sinking,
The old man and the silence: the way he's split.
He thinks
now it's the proper time to speak
the black bright magic out of his tiny lips.
He knows it's a little too late, perhaps
for the people who once listened to him.
Too much noise'd had to be cleared out
though.
Yet I worry,
as my vision turns all twisted.
They go away - my figurines and limbs
and all the dark eyes that I shifted.
⁂
So I tell him now and then,
when I mount the marrow of his hair
if he's there to meet me under
this bloody spell or
his stormy wonder.
I’m sorry…
I should not be mocking you at all!
I can't blame you for trying so hard
to be heard. But then, you're deafened
and all scarred. I can't believe you were
This small!
Thanks though,
For perverting me into my own shoulder
To lie upon.
Nonetheless, I've grown to be one year older.