music poetry

lover being born

lover being born

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Metanoia, reshaping the world  It can teach you  And reprogram you  It can show you the flood  That’s trapped inside  This one’s alive  The tail is breathing  And she’s listening  Kill the serpent  Divide, disperse and grow  Into an oak  A silver lining on a black scale  Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode  But where is the fourth?  You can climb there  To your lofty perch  It can teach you the fairytale of hurt  Mystic referee, don’t look on me with scorn  I’m a child, I’m a lover being born  Satchidananda  Disregard the path I’m on  You can justify the action, should you bless  My ambition and my indecisiveness  Satchidananda  Let me know that you exist  Watch me tremble as I’m answering the phone  I am separate from everything you know  Mystic referee I promise to return  Once I’ve given up and lessons have been learned  Satchidananda  You can watch my fire burn  We were talkin’ junk right,  Just before the show  This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence  He took one look at us, and he said:  “Help me,  Drummer,  Ticket,  Yeah!”  We didn’t play his favorite song,  Now he’ll never come to another show  Hospitals and woods confirm  Red in the eyes of everyone  Parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones  Turned into jade and tiger’s eye  Save me some dark hair over a face like hers  She’ll help the rain come to a pour  Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two  Warm where they touch her porcelain  Timid skin I’m careful to untie this road  Wrapped in a knot indifferent  Lion’s foot unearthing all the things I’ve seen  But never truly understood  Rotten wood from oceans that were never green  Crumbles beneath the canopy  Secretly  Let’s pretend we never touched the sugar  Tonight, under rose  You won’t find another wheel to roll  When autumn winds appear  We wear these fears on our right  It just wants to be surreal ’cause  All dressed in diamond image jeans  Mercury’s found in old field  We miserable in love  And chance we walked  Right on in, into the streets of the city but  Watching people disappear  Without reaching out  Years and years  You’re left by yourself  On the wheel…

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