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Solvation
W A R N I N G
Your own poltergeists are the most violent
This wood, drywall and gravel is seething, pulsing
On my eyes, everything sleeps, nothing dies
This is the only complete out
Good Evening, Farewell and Good Night
I'm the only one who can leave the door cracked,
For the Baphomets to follow
I watched our trail 'til it ended
Wishing I could fall in
Standing where we had, earlier that afternoon
Willingly, I lost my way home
What's the devil got to do
With the cracks under your feet?
Is he peeking in?
Neurons are grilling me,
With crimes I have yet to be convicted of
A killing injury
A house burned to the ground
Transgressions I will never pay
Your sleeping hand meanders between mine
Together, we light the day's final beacon
It is known by Those we seek,
Before distress is called
I'm watching for you to come back on,
And give the snow a backlight
© 2010 Matthew M. Danielson
[No.3] Solve Coagula/Chapter 1: Four-Ton Miniature
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