| Stary eyes collect the flakes of my skin And travel the distance to my olden spine Yesterday I was a ghost on an ancient shore Humble in twilight and chorus Today I could hardley exist There is a newspaper that is slumped over And sitting in the gutter on the side of the road Yesterdays news for a tomorrow already gone I used to brandish dull knives For past times and gaping maws I used to cut myself to feel the crawl of time I could draw a picture of a pale bride Bruised and torn Lewd sepulchral beauty We could find our way to a glade in the ever Where the mocking birds Might go to fall in love Where the water burns warm like the sun And the dead can dance Like sleepless phantoms of the night We could sing 'till the moon passes away: "Sic transit gloria mundi" I hope that someday I will find a way to die there |
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