Can you feel
my life or is that another lie that we can
slip into. Are you
red blue green or just another
rusted
Gear softly under a
blonde wig and
plate-sized lensed eyes
With
Aimless
congeniality speeds by on a shiny price.
Slips of time measure into this and it's
5 AM,
I haven't slept and do you still
feel me or is that just
another
Game we play to
convince our machines that there is
nothing wrong. Geared lines shift through
chemical impurities
But feel so right when you force them in.
Excercise the
Concrete maze and find
cracks of grass
In your heart and we still believe that forward is under the
yellow cloud.
The roar and purr of
metal cats quicken the hunt aimlessly
In space like a group of
comets burning in the air of our
breath.
Is that us baby or are we stars shining in
electric prisons.
The 18x pulls in
the chill wind but I'm still warm by
your light.
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