Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Silver is my gold

Silver is my gold,
Mellow and sheening
In the fever of the sun.
I wrap it around my eyes,
I can see forever.
Glitter and bliss.
My favorite rain,
Demands beating the roof
Like a crazy fist,
It's so back and forth
That reasoning takes a break
And I brake,
But don't shatter.
I merely sit on the step,
Like I used to when we
Knew each other,
Talking nonsense like a
Foreign language, my tongue
Excited and wagging
At both ends.


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Silver is my gold

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