she asked if this route is mine
i lied it wasn't
it's raining
she's singing songs with her lips only
i said we wouldn't get nowhere
she answered we have no direction anyway
and i felt so much alive
and so little dead then
sometimes opening arms
you're stuck at something so complex
so large and complex
that you end standing there
with your arms wide open
like a small misfit Jesus
oh girl your fingers touch
the very intimate chords of mine
so that i shiver
eyes of yours
are oceans of tar
and sticked to them
unable to move i
have shed my youth
as an insect sheds an armour
and eats it to reborn to
a carnivorous flower
as if cardiograph needle
would have dated with compass
gone out of her mind
and
started drawing
crop circles
crop circles
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