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We are a boiling symmetry
Unfolding at the line
Pulled apart through time
And I wonder where your face goes when I blink
When I close my eyes and press my fingers against my eyelids I see these patterns I'm sure you're all familiar with them. You also see them when anybody gives you a bang on the head. Well sometimes these patterns echo - Arthur C. Clarke
Your face is made of stars
We are illusions that's a fact
So lets play with our guitars
And try to melt our faces off
Oh I wished upon a weird thing
A worm caught in the sun and writhing
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Are We Just Light
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some might say I’m not a diamond
refracting sunlight off your fingers I’m not precious like a stone
but life, it’s worth its weight
and yeah it gets pretty heavy when you just wanna have your own
and some might say that the earth is really flat
it’s just that flatness is all relative to scale and so that’s that
but, i don’t subscribe ‘cause I like the way things bend
like these strings beneath my fingers or the tall grass in the wind...
the way it seems to listen
so where’s this wheel goin’? I only feel it spin
I guess there’s no point in knowin’ where the road has been
sometimes I think my whole life I was asleep
and you were made to wake me up because you like the way I sing
are we just light?
what does it matter?
you know I love you more than anything and everything
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I’ll keep my fingers crossed
I’ll let my mind get lost
you’ll keep a locket in your pocket so no one knows
I’d rip my eyes out for you
just to keep an eye out for you
silence now
I’ll let my tongue rot in my mouth
tell me not to, please tell me anything at all
things I want
I know not what
it’s only clay and cotton stuffing where there would be guts
I’d rip my eyes out for you
just to keep an eye out for you
memories just hang like taxidermy now
and I ripped their eyes out for you
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Michael McGlennon Toronto, Ontario
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