| Downpour in the Dry Season Light of the sunset on the glittering sea The waves static lullaby enveloping me Dying naivete skinned by the glass ledge Searching kiss in the dark near the waters edge Quicksand dunes either side of the incline Time-lapse on a statue, the shrink-wrapped resign Buried in the ocean floor, the ebb and flow to bear Rising after all these years, filled with the sweetest air Desert thorns grow from my hands, flowing with the pain Muse or mirage in black reflection, I'm stinging in the rain In-depth solitude, exhaust pipe in the mouth Death of an angel, carrion pinions to the south Kings fall by their followers on familiar plains Wind the straps around my soul, burning in my chains Extract my lifeblood and formaldehyde the mind I only wish that I could preserve my heart to find When shadows leave my cell and spirits come ashore Spirals of flame since I fell, Asking only if she's sure Two tumultuous seasons, the tarnished silver at the end Simmering through the summer, always broken on the mend |
| Ringroad Hushed air is cloven by smiles of restraint Curled up to drown the impetus so faint Leaves' ash and twine around the coiled road Limbs are forged beneath some limitless load Search for the bone from ashes of the mind Fragile phial of the time too unkind Murky path is laid in the shrouded word Abyss of a hollow kiss that's seen not heard A rage from the sun, one day a rain will come End of four revolutions will I fall or be numb Seeking muted black in oceans of grey This maelstrom turning back, dam(n) the fluvial sway Over-analysis of cultivated waste Twisted logic sullies biological need Maliciously imbibe the bitterest taste There's no use crying over spilt seed Contrivance of the thread on a spinning top Down bottomless slopes the pennies drop Clay running with saline, moulded into them Swaying in the frost, crush the brittle stem The sunset has lost its gleam, choking on the stream Gravitational heart bleeding for the beat Convoluted games, the end broken by the means Lost in familiar paths, a trace of bittersweet |
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