

DaydreamsDaydreamsDaydreams
I Rolling Hills I drive over sceptring weeds on the Roman Road and you seem to bow your head down for the Sun, curse the Aventine smell of fog.
II Gymnastics From the height of the seats I invert my gaze and take part of your jumping, of how you fix the ISS by mastering that pole.
III Eternal Sleep This is the way of the living dead the door of the sarcophagus above my nails without fingers scratching my holy name and just how long before incantations bring me back to where beeping gods may weight my sleep


disillusionsandstone and whispers in your house, blasts make stained-glass desert path you oscillate between the pillars the snow-kill I said you'd donedisillusion
so you mocked me: played me a hymn till I loved you and the milk-kisses were libations
I would have brought you home fed you oak-wood and fire if you hadn't finally confessed to trying to murder the face I'd seen in a cloud, singing
theorems my fingers disproved yet I believe, because I am hungry and slept all my life with you in austerity, yet you did not even teach the


Spearmanit's from this bedstone I imagine iron I want to erase my name my armour molten for silver coins the watchtower a lamphouseSpearman
or rumble though the horde closes the barehand youths want to take my place and I preach only from open gateways
can we run away free wild mares meet you at the port take your hand so drown happy
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" Life doesn't have to be useful to be justified. "
Sincerely,
Shiroi-Sensei~<3
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Hippie children unite in a colorful world of darkness.
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