jason00454

SHARP ARE MINUTES / LIVES OF BENDING / THE NIGHTS OF HOLLOWING

what we eat and what we spit up missions tracing veins
tracing cracks in skin
old and hanging loosely
not in this mirror
the years have yet to come
these years have always yet to come she'll find me /maybe/ in older skin she'll be tracing veins
cracks in skin
she'll feed me pills
and call from kitchens
always yet to come
always yet to come
and still to come:
the hollowing of nights
the bending of lives
minutes are sharp
and cuts feed us
without this there is bleakness
with that there is music
the notes are sharp
and the cuts feed us and her voice called out to me
and her hands comforted
her eyes were sharp
and they fed me.

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sharp were eyes
comforted hands feed cuts
and sharp are notes
the music is there with bleakness without us
feed cuts and sharp are minutes
lives of bending
the nights of hollowing
come to still and come to yet always
come to yet always
and pills feed
skin in cracks
veins tracing
skin older in /maybe/
she'll come to yet always
have years
these come to yet have years
the mirror
in loosely hanging and old skin
in cracks
tracing veins
tracing missions.