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In a strange dream it made sense to me,
everything I built was made of stone,
and when I spoke, my tongue made nothing.
A flimsy little chord, my sword pointed to the city,
I said,
“This is mine, I want it all, the honey-dew, the neon cat-call,
the bitch's brew, the rabbit's tooth, the hands of iron, the flames
on fire.”
I can see inside your heart,
tear it apart. Make something ugly.
I will be here in the morning,
burn my head on guilt and money,
elevate above your memory,
clear-cut the path to where I'm going.
I will be here when you die,
I will be your sinner's blackshine,
I will be here when you're ready,
to melt my throne and make it into something,
at the center of this forest,
trees part way to reveal my conscience.
I will find you in this wormwood,
I will find the center in me.
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