you are right now, extant
like a butterfly and I'm all ants
just one touch
of your lucid, pixie dust
might just be too much
one flap of your wings
the wind starts to change
what will be can't be
a glass heart and red stain
she seems fragile and wrong
a scream from a mute
a bridge built strong
deep down the taproot
finger to chin, eye to eye
i know what's behind that smile
and it doesn't begin with why
we laugh and cry
singing songs of our youth
because we know no better
vicious and uncouth
together
wings witheld
cover me in your dusty mosaics
lay it out tonight
where we sleep
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