| Again (the Box) |
[Feb. 27th, 2004|11:13 am] |
imagine the context of spiritual meaning
withheld through the bonds of a deeper religion
i've crossed through the crowds of the lonely
and emerged quite unscathed
yes we've all known desperation
but walk with me
our hair flowing behind us
and our bodies moving gracefully
together we'll prove the big bad world wrong
distrust in subtext is natural
rythms of sleeping and breathing
who eats
really
waste not, want not
she always told me until the plate was empty
and the floor under the long tablecloth was full
redeem yourself
think of the echoes that reverberate
within your child-awkward mind
are you trembling
yet
there are no more monsters under your bed
no catharsis of sweet red dripping
hidden beneath swirling skirts
and badass boots
who told you to come here?
i'd love to let you stay |
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