spoon on pot
a hot sound
on a cold morning
the light like a
spike
still bright from
the nite

dreams ground running
down like a worn brake
screaming on the
drums

no good goodbyes
just so long and be well
wiping off the feeling
of your touch like a bad
spell

but down in the realm
of there and beware
the calamity
the mirror is empty
devoid of insanity

so the hush of the
power that tensions
tall tower

leaves the kingdom
in silence
like the stars all alone
and the maiden
of moonlite
has ridden the road
I just saddle the
memories
and carry the load

switchplates and outlets
the quiet reception
but the transmit of
message to upkeep
deceptions

in the dreams and the
outtakes your eyes
dark from outbreaks
are scanning the
mirror
to be futures
new make

new moon
full bloom
winter room

palatial pallid
stolid strut
cut the trail
from primitive
rut
desire like a
rail
achieving speed
the words like
leaves falling
appeasing
its need

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