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For fun
just bust me open
and scoop the insides to analyze
and materialize answers from the thin air for me
this
thin blood
from broken stitches
runs a weak
disgraceful racecar red down my side
My leg
sucked into the quicksand
drags me under with
the undertow

Transistor transports to some other tense
of deep
current
tumbles me
I don't dare resist
the beauty
in the fall
in the cleansing glide
I slide
gracefully through our salty sweet where
you still
scale my dreams barefoot
connecting realities
levitating me
with smiles and sidelong eyes

before I sleep again inside my sacred piece
of REM
and jolt
in stark light to realise that this ride
is nothing
unless I shift up
and make the road complain
aloud
Written by Jestalessa
Published | Edited 23rd May 2011
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