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Roostglinting ripples reflect in my eyes
shards of molten gold, melding and dancing with the blue of the sky
my back is cold, my face is warm
the bark behind me gives slightly under my weight and
simply breathing, reminiscing
relishing in the easy perfection i feel
the air here is somewhere between warm and cool
its motions speak to me and anyone else who will stop
and the intonations of the feathers above me
it's been a long day
and i can just see the clouds turning purple as i tip my head back
stretch my legs out
drop my arms across my
Voices No Human RemembersWhen the clouds come, the desert grows silent and strange
And the highways are gone, and the towns fade away
I can still feel the steps that were walked here before
I hear voices no human remembers.
Here, the wind bears a mark of the lives that are gone
And it howls them a bone-chilling dirge in the dark
Shrieking anguish and torment of soul and of mind
With the voices no human remembers.
But the valleys won't talk of what was long ago
And the mountains speak nothing, they only echo
All the fear of a cold winter, lost in the years
And the voices no human remembers.
Oh, in some other world there is life rolling on
There is clean a
DisorderedThere it is.
That feeling of fading away, falling out of the real world and into the strange place where I can't breathe,
I can't breathe,
and the words won't stop pouring from my head in relentless torrents with the memories and the thoughts I know aren't true because they're dark, they're cold, they're surreal in all the worst ways
and it cuts me to the core
every word I remember, everything I see, it's all gone
leaving nothing but this sensation that somehow
something isn't right
and I have to get away, I need to spread my wings and remember how to fly but I can't
Spring CleaningAnd the mountainsides are changing with the seasons
Rearranging and redecorating just in time to celebrate the spring.
The trees are trading their bare barks for buds and squirrels, ants and larks;
The Holly slows and sleeps, again the Oak is King.
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