Mar 6, 2006
2006/03/04
A man decides after eighteen years that
what he goes there for is to unlock the door.
He lets things in and faces what he used to hide from
oh something called youthfulness or somewhat else
While those around him criticize and sleep...
through a fractal on a breaking wall I see him
my friend, and I touch his face again.
Miracles will happen as we trip.
that man goes into a church confessing all the mess
talks about the people going under
the people swimming in the dark, cold water
Oh he saw them walking on the beach in the night
always silent never talking with hands full of sand
or blood and dying voice shot by the gun
he confesses.
If all were there when we first took the pill,
Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe...
Miracles will happen when we speak
it's hallucination falling down in the room
of space and haze. with shining jewelry on the lips
he's really innocent when he tried to hide
after eighteen years he decides to unlock his heart
juvenesence comes back in the body
time winds, bends, distorts...
"the sky is full of people," he says.
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