She'll hit rewind until time agrees to pause.
give me that god-damned moment in a shining, silver frame
and hold it still....... just
there.
Please why won't you let me
dwell in a warm-strung cocoon.
that gives me vivid sense of how jasmine smells
When I can be bothered to think
of reality like that.
She's on the floor. Only you see the stain next to her.
It's surface does not reflect her moment.
I AM NOT BLIND
to this cause (built of selfish chaos and tranquility).
Nor to it's descending spiral
pointing a finger at
all those times
I fucked with time, and well
she kept a tally.
Her score
is composed with bittersweet violins.
Made of wind and spruce. She once heard their music differently.
I am deaf to a Queen;
Mab exiled to an abandoned theatre
with me left watching a
blank screen.
Scream.
I did, and a moment washed away
in a river
that had, floating, a fake-wood boat;
An amusement park ride.
Watch as her gaze sweeps over and beyond boundaries
she fathoms as metaphor.
A neon sign?
"Fast Forward" and death is it's light for
a moment does not pause until
memory is born.
I come back from dreams
to find a field of jasmine.
give me that god-damned moment in a shining, silver frame
and hold it still....... just
there.
Please why won't you let me
dwell in a warm-strung cocoon.
that gives me vivid sense of how jasmine smells
When I can be bothered to think
of reality like that.
She's on the floor. Only you see the stain next to her.
It's surface does not reflect her moment.
I AM NOT BLIND
to this cause (built of selfish chaos and tranquility).
Nor to it's descending spiral
pointing a finger at
all those times
I fucked with time, and well
she kept a tally.
Her score
is composed with bittersweet violins.
Made of wind and spruce. She once heard their music differently.
I am deaf to a Queen;
Mab exiled to an abandoned theatre
with me left watching a
blank screen.
Scream.
I did, and a moment washed away
in a river
that had, floating, a fake-wood boat;
An amusement park ride.
Watch as her gaze sweeps over and beyond boundaries
she fathoms as metaphor.
A neon sign?
"Fast Forward" and death is it's light for
a moment does not pause until
memory is born.
I come back from dreams
to find a field of jasmine.
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