Sew seeds into the rock
the eye will take no notice
the flower drains the pool dry
the elk won't know until it's gone
Speak blades in assembly and ignore the cloud above
Take all of the carcass and toss half of it away
How may I don the pattern?
How may I don your pattern
See the jade change hands
hear the primer dry
I smell lies but do you?
You will when the sun burns out in the sky.
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Behind the Eyelids
Read about things you don't care about, written by a guy you don't care about!