don’t ask me to repeat any of this
it is but the blush of joy
from the dark cube of the sun
shadows in overcoats of silence
laughing like an angry recipe
an unhinged brain
filling its belly on rain
and the wrists of april
don’t ask me to repeat any of this
it is but the blush of joy
from the dark cube of the sun
shadows in overcoats of silence
laughing like an angry recipe
an unhinged brain
filling its belly on rain
and the wrists of april
