An old Yes album,
Like Close to the Edge, playing
somewhere in my mind.
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An old Yes album,
Like Close to the Edge, playing
somewhere in my mind.
somewhere in my mind
A leaky tap is dripping
the day is too long
The day is too long
In summer's heat. Come winter,
Starved of duration.
Starved of duration
He is eating the sweet air
As dust flows on skin.
As dust flows on skin,
A return of flesh, passage
Of relentless time.
Of relentless time
Which dissolves the sunlit bud
In blackness, in death.
In blackness, in death
Mouth lips smiles tongue and blooms
A thousand flowers
A thousand flowers
Sweet offerings to idols
Petitions unheard
Petitions unheard
Will echo through the body,
Fester in the heart.
Fester in the heart
All the pain, past and present
Finally set free
Finally set free
A sudden hatching of moths
Flutter from your mouth
Flutter from your mouth
Wings brush my cheek as they pass
Leave a trail of dust
Hope it's OK to join in.
The last line I counted 6 not 5, but I've been wrong many times.
A trail of dust
Wheels turn unchecked on rock
Wind carries the sound
Yes, wrong, Daileen. Also, your second line was only six syllables. But what the hey.
Wind carries the sound
Of seagulls fighting for cheese
From your old sandwich
Tee Hee, told you I was wrong often. I am nothing if
not true to my word :) ---I'll try again.
From your old sandwich
Crawl the beasts of renewal
Munching sounds commence