for a day

I am talking to my words
before broken in stranger’s mouth
on the other side of this world
they lie
as I wouldn’t forgive myself
the silence of
disgust when that happens again

I need to hear the music
and follow their path to wiser skies
tuned into the mood of falling blue from above the Sun
sized for a day
habit of sick celestial truths

and since when did I come here for illusion of only life
down to the last now so suddenly present
in person
I know not to be
but become

more
than
life

 

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