It seems to me that I remember The first word, baptism and a green branch And crying that burned my lungs like bridges
It seems to me that when I wake up An experiment will be finished and I will be given New shoes and flowers and champaigne
And it seems to me that I'm shrinking In opposition to an everything
I've been breathing Through a diastolic stomach Since forever Happiness instead of blood Not an ounce of lust Or the gibberish of piety
This story is being written in my bones To dry my entrails faster The stronger wind is blowing And creacking fear approaching From the invisible sea
It seems to me that I remember The first word, baptism and a green branch And crying that burned my lungs like bridges
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