billyfivecrows

Bird-bone holds air, air holds bird-bone.

Child, your doomed hands
Seperate, water

Spills (I never thought
"I never thought") Doomed

Is called "bone-chill". How
Does sun do what sun

Does? Blue

Memory, blue
Breath when

I appear to
Ghost, true

Name

In the ice of
Brain melts

When it can, I cry

When I can...


(god Crow speaking god Crow speaking god Crow speaking

Nothing
New

Doesn't
Budge

I heard it all and everything

The court of shadow

Doesn't judge)

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Retrospective

Is pallid.

Fail me now, small self

Be a skull,

A bowl for a mouse

Burn my house

To heat

My heaven

Lesson in the fire

Doesn't burn...





improv 12.52-12.58, 09-03-05


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Melancholy night. Not depression. Depression is too simple, primitive, unformed.

But happy.

Happiness is awareness aware of it's own life.

Here.

I should be sleeping, but that's now impossible.

Even when I do.

Here.

Where are you

If anywhere?


Love to you

All

-c.


"There's a fire in the forest
It's taking down some trees

When things are overwhelming

I let them be..."


from 'Fire in the Forest'
lyrics -David Sylvian

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