father, my father
you puppeteer all, but need man to speak
such dependence
swallowed and followed by sixty proof innocence
at my left, a burning cross
at my right, a misplaced son
the sleep talking mute utters passages
of gluttonous men fasting
and sane men speaking in tongues
her eyes pour in mine
as desires danced off her lips..
the mute whispers,
boy, you trusted your throat and not your bones
come closer
we can dance the light away
come closer
god moves your limbs
but come closer
boy, what doesn't kill you will only take you longer
get away
we can dance the fight away
get astray
god moves your limbs
but get away.
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