Feeling much better, I wrote her a letter
I'd better
Sometimes I find
I re-assemble my mind
To accept the design
Of my
I'm picking fruit
From forbidden trees
While leaves are falling
The switch is made,
Waiting for deliverance,
It's hot in
The light flickers for a moment
then dies.
A heart
Mind drop
Mind drop
Well,
I used to drink
I
For how long will your ghost walk with me?
I
Sitting
Waiting
Staring at the edge of the air
I
Bring on your acolytes
Pre-madonna sybarites
I sacked the shamanite
- give me
I'm the guest you can undress
with conversation…
I'm the box pandora
I'll take you by the hand and make you one
And
Power, the web of desire
Will bring the house down.
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