A vision: Your ghost blowing up globes tightening them off with an X-axis esque c-clamp Then setting them down through the clouds onto empty department store shelves. Where they sit faving all sorts of islands out toward bead wee-hour isles
has the earth come loose from its galactic neck beneath you. Let go from the space surround it
cut off above the clouds dropped down done to the sun syestem's floor crooked pearl of the one universe cleaved, tell rolling toward a corner of the cosmos in the blacked and quiet of some time
"and you are all lamb, for this." Spring is at your back again this time rare with your calrity. . . while patches of you thought whole had turned up still. made a tar of your woe and flesh where in
Have you gone half dead. . .
yet. . .yet have you to let the worst most be as if it were atlas to your world of cope.
And no one is out there scared you'd set your eyes off on the ceiling in the dark think of a song or maybe breastes or missing body parts.
"without a universal law this is no gravity without a gravity there is no atmosphere without an atmosphere thre is no chance at life and with no chance at life . . . I don't exist"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
