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Come with me to the edge,
Where the shades wash in grey and pink
And you don't know which one is true
I have to find something among tide pools
And bright-eyed mammals
Some brave want which slipped out with my birth fluids
Pale pursuit, it moves my arms and legs.
Now that the earth lives inside my body
And everything is made of thought-flesh
I look through a glass case
And must not make smudges by reaching
Yet within me I contain
The black top summer buzz
The naked legged bird out the window morning sheets
I have worms in the dirt and after rain
And rooftop raids with sky-eyes
I've got questions which rock the tugboats and swallow the tides
Mercenary living, I rent rooms of my mind.
Where the shades wash in grey and pink
And you don't know which one is true
I have to find something among tide pools
And bright-eyed mammals
Some brave want which slipped out with my birth fluids
Pale pursuit, it moves my arms and legs.
Now that the earth lives inside my body
And everything is made of thought-flesh
I look through a glass case
And must not make smudges by reaching
Yet within me I contain
The black top summer buzz
The naked legged bird out the window morning sheets
I have worms in the dirt and after rain
And rooftop raids with sky-eyes
I've got questions which rock the tugboats and swallow the tides
Mercenary living, I rent rooms of my mind.