WINE AND GATES
Found One In The Watch, Witch Brides Daisy
treason by tear
the throat of examination, to seek a new wisdom
pining swallows of just, the poise to hear
the bright mind of history come
alcohol in a love bite
does this tooth remind you of a cloud
the shame it took to know you, for love or might
is but a penny on the forehead of the proud
devil and the deep blue me
like a minion of salt, in the kind of sand
we know our future for a season of being
that thread of sincerity is meant for your hand
needless fists of purity, heedless mists of worthing
the soul to live in guesses of violence
the tried and the true, here from a silences birthing
the spoil of candor on the breath of a mirror, a sanity's chance
saving tomorrow from itself
giving time a living heir, the sameness has a cruel
sharing the tree of liberty, with an uncanny spell
that has my heart of shame with a truth's hold
pressure to issue, impression of sidewinder's
the toll of an evil bell to kiss, the road to lividity
unity in voice, remind's
that personality's clash over remembering the sea's
an image of sugar in the bush, too burning for you earning
the life of another breed of ask, the king of a meal
has you for a fool, in the skip of light, we are warning
throat? where have the kisses of been, been a metal
the boat of summation in the eaves of an eye, ever more than a cup of wine
till we are, the use of since in sense, the guilt of a tear...
is a logic for now, the spires of a need in the meat of a city's spine
where there is a needle in a haystack to wear...
the throat of examination, to seek a new wisdom
pining swallows of just, the poise to hear
the bright mind of history come
alcohol in a love bite
does this tooth remind you of a cloud
the shame it took to know you, for love or might
is but a penny on the forehead of the proud
devil and the deep blue me
like a minion of salt, in the kind of sand
we know our future for a season of being
that thread of sincerity is meant for your hand
needless fists of purity, heedless mists of worthing
the soul to live in guesses of violence
the tried and the true, here from a silences birthing
the spoil of candor on the breath of a mirror, a sanity's chance
saving tomorrow from itself
giving time a living heir, the sameness has a cruel
sharing the tree of liberty, with an uncanny spell
that has my heart of shame with a truth's hold
pressure to issue, impression of sidewinder's
the toll of an evil bell to kiss, the road to lividity
unity in voice, remind's
that personality's clash over remembering the sea's
an image of sugar in the bush, too burning for you earning
the life of another breed of ask, the king of a meal
has you for a fool, in the skip of light, we are warning
throat? where have the kisses of been, been a metal
the boat of summation in the eaves of an eye, ever more than a cup of wine
till we are, the use of since in sense, the guilt of a tear...
is a logic for now, the spires of a need in the meat of a city's spine
where there is a needle in a haystack to wear...
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Found One In The Watch, Witch Brides Daisy
Found One In The Watch, Witch Brides Daisy