cosmic plight of innocence, drown the sight of common sense, rein-burst me with those compliments and change the light of opulence. make me see what cant be sung hollowed out by the eclipsed sun. awake in the grass, fall down, back asleep, in and out of conscious reach. hear me, heard me, saw me run, screaming at you in toxic tongue. fading in and out with sound, until you hit the concrete ground. blurs in motion become undone, eyes narrow on a precious son. imprisoned heart beat, hear that roar, the cage will break and I can sore. song bird sing that hazy tune, in hope for a day lived half past noon. in fear and faith they watch him rest, he is after all whom we detest. the ironic still, the knacks & nics of tacs & tics, that perfect heaven in that second fix. cook it up and press it down. euphoria exit all around. ive never been and ill never go, but ive seen the play and its too much show.
© m.f. /Roxywaters Dec. 2010
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