Empty-full shell of a twice hollowed weight
More-blind eyes as a curtain falls, billowing to the hard ground
More-blind, more blood, blood on blood.
Fallacious-niceties of the outstretched be-clawed hand
Shaken, not stirred, but shaking it will still do you no good,
Fill no rivers, heal no hearts, fly no birds.
Piled-high mountains of dirty laundry, though they ask "what dirtiness? There is no dirt there, nothing reflected in the pools at our feet".
Knowing-not, knowing not knowing not
The oils that burst from tiny cells on the surface of a bent orange-peel.
Blood-blind, bedazzled by mirages of the jewels that form in red red splashes upon love-thirst earth,
Feed me feed me
Give me not this bitter-pain drink.
More-blind eyes as a curtain falls, billowing to the hard ground
More-blind, more blood, blood on blood.
Fallacious-niceties of the outstretched be-clawed hand
Shaken, not stirred, but shaking it will still do you no good,
Fill no rivers, heal no hearts, fly no birds.
Piled-high mountains of dirty laundry, though they ask "what dirtiness? There is no dirt there, nothing reflected in the pools at our feet".
Knowing-not, knowing not knowing not
The oils that burst from tiny cells on the surface of a bent orange-peel.
Blood-blind, bedazzled by mirages of the jewels that form in red red splashes upon love-thirst earth,
Feed me feed me
Give me not this bitter-pain drink.
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