I hold the shadow
From around your lamp cut words
When they weight my eyes down in to water
They dance like schooling birds.
The blind spots on my face
They fold back in to secret, snarling animals
Licking and eating my cool deja vue
The shadow, red and blue
All gone without a trace.
So my frame gets laughing
And my soul fills with helium
And I float way up above
Your talking star - heart drum.
Your heart is older (But that's a lie)
Your mind is numb (Just sharp and smooth)
Your feathers are writing now
It is over for your pun.
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