incantation Posted March 2 Share Posted March 2 Angels unable to openWings cannot takeMe home. In raindropsFalling from my hatA mermaid graduallyChanges form. MyKaramazov butterfly,Mitya is myGuide through sensualWorlds, landing onHis tattoo on myArm does he realiseIt isn't a reflection.Endless spiral ofInner flightless journeys,Mermaid swimsEver deeper unableTo change form,Where do the rootsOf mental disturbancesLie?.Night names wingsNot designed forFlight, does theEarth hear voices fromPre-existence, onesI hear have terms forMe.The forest is mySilent psychiatrist, IFollow wolf tracksAcross the eyes ofA planet into its dreamsTo a more primalState before templatesOf sanity and madness,I hear the cry of whales,My first scream beforeThe earth started. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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