Not Now

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Somewhere perfection lies in the glitch
Just not to be found at the minute
I think they're all slightly out of sorts
I think they're all fallen prey to the fossa
In the Wild –

Breath in tired gasps – claws in my stomach clasp
Memories buried in the mind – the remnants last

Report the error – but to whom – in what capacity
I'd rather just lie motionless in this warm simplicity
Bathed in three sixty degrees, faced with insecurity –

Beyond the truth, more lies –
We belong beyond these confines
Ropes of reality – break free
Don't think, just speak

Address the faces in the dark
Speak in tongues – din and spark
Hear the collective sound
And drown out the lonely howl.

RavingsOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora