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The promise of glory
Tattooed on your skin, on mine
You know, I’ve been here before
And I could’ve sworn the lines were right
I had given the light that would
help me out of the forest
To men like you
Every time is real
Every time the last
I have nine lives to live too
I’ve given out my second fast
And will I die this time?
***
Empty, covers of dark blue waves,
Ocean, deep nothing
Empty, sprawling branches of earth hues,
Nature, grotesque nothing
Empty, bed of shell, renaissance of self,
Applause, expecting nothing
Empty. Empty cup, finished tea,
The stab of dusk, liberating nothing
Empty. Royal promise, loyal promise, clergy promise
A result of nothing
***
Ruffles of roots, make the man I crush someone I would understand
They build the staircase to the infinite portal
Do you dare to go?
Angels suffer, angels envy
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