[Those To Come]
Eyeless in the morning sun you were
Pale and mild
A modern girl
Taken with thought still proned to care
Making tea in your underwear
You went out in the yard to find
Something to eat and clear your mind
And something bad inside me went away
Quaking leaves and broken light
Shifting skin
The coming night
The bearers of all good things arrive
Climb inside us twist and cry
A kiss on your molten eyes
Myriad lives like blades of grass
Yet to be realized
Bow as they pass
They are cold - still
Waiting in the ether to form-feel
Kill, propagate, only to die
They are cold- still
Waiting in the ether to form-feel
Kill, propagate, only to die
Dissolve... magically, absurdly, they'll end
Leave... dissipate, coldly and strangely return
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