Swing sets where I believed I could reach you,
perhaps instead I could tame my ignorance,
tape wings to my back (made of paper I
embossed with my tears and dyed with my
smoke and good intentions gone wrong).

Days passing by
With nothing to measure
but the intensity
of cotton mouth.

Somehow I will capture the dust in my eyes
and I will box it up and label
every fragment inappropriately
and write the code on my wrist,
take a picture and send it to you.

And upon your benevolence,
(Anti-violence, Buddha,
I cried,
He sometimes held me)
you will unlock and
understand.

Where content meets character,
I never knew I could be so dull.
I never knew I could be so dull.
So soon,
Keep your eyes open.

I have done this before.
I have played and I have prayed,
to things unseen and unspoken
miles away.

What is up your sleeve and whose heart did you place there?
If the water gets too deep it will be me reaching for it.

Sipping blood and eating bones.
Nothing I believe in.

So give me something,
Something low tide and revealing.
I'll sip it slow and I will
remorse when it is over.

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