lemmings
may have it right.
to die en masse may be
a better alternative than
alone.
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lemmings
may have it right.
to die en masse may be
a better alternative than
alone.
alone
I dream, spinning
a yarn that leads through a
labyrinth of fantastic stories
to you
to you
I come, open
ready to receive love
but more than that, ready to give
my own
my own
i come into
trying to figure out
who i am, who i want to be
no good
no good
prowls round my door
the doorbell is broken
the porchlight burned out, stay away
I beg
I beg
for the spirits
to come and lift my soul
to take it away to heaven.
No loss.
no loss
to not dance with
you, I have your love and
forever we sway, daisies in
a field
A field
of sunflowers
forever in my mind,
though sun is gone, flowers remain
like you
like you
like all of us
humanity draws its
breath from the same atmosphere
why fight?
why fight?
--resist an urge
to deflate argument?
defeat the standards; generate
purpose...
purpose
wonder, wander
looking for mine, here, there,
I am here because or because
I'm here
I'm here
I said I'd be
I wouldn't have said it
otherwise seasonal record
shaken
shaken
free from the stars,
and fallen to the earth,
we came through rain, ice and fire —
timeless
timeless
as the fragrance
rescinded demigods
suffuse in a collector's forged
pallette
pallette
under my arm
protects me from your breath
that tells me you are sleeping, not
wanting