vast quantities
In your face and in your eyes
concealed skies;
what made you, what dominated you, and what prevented you.
That's what I love,
what you had no choice in, what afflicts you every day.
You, you, you...
This is the real you, the quiddity of reactionary priests.
oh those details: the poverty, the grandmothers,
the big suitcase, the terrifying shadow:
we both love them
It is beautiful, I promise you
the skies of your native past
turquoise heroic
lit up your eyes
your possession!
it's only a question of this: do the chains matter?
isn't it far better to buckle down?
Relax, carrot and blossom-honey, friendship.
but you fight in the shallows
I will change
I don't want you to
I don't love
your change.
remember, happy times too?
That's how I'm behaving!
Bubbles from their eyes
Floating in
The bucket.
the concealed
essence
ignorance bliss
let's go and tend your grave.
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