Adoration of a higher extent

Thoughts dropping off the line,

From my hips into my spine,

Shading words lusting to live

in a sinner who won’t leave.

Shadows of a foreign land

playing future in my hand,

shadows of a distant fame,

birthing children they can blame…

I love breathing all your thoughts

with the stealth of flying knots…

While my absence of a soul

I need no one to console.

Women drinking to their right

to be shameful in the night.

to arouse such a descent

of the hands that breed intent…

Live off dreams, come back to me

See my truth, set yourself free

I know where devotion lies…

it’s not in you or your eyes.


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