A Calm Sanity
Where this eye can see
this eye cannot see very much
Where the breathe is taken down to shudder
no longer will the soul be ripped apart
Tell us of the sparks that rose into a stream of a perfectly calm sanity
smother our smoky flight, carved over in the soundless corner
dreaming of once upon a picture
blue and flawless, green and mighty
Savor little spites in the thorns of a feather
keep them! keep them!
for your own better judgement
Bleed inside red eyes... for the shaping of your limbs
depends so much on you
So much depends on you
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