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letra de the which than which there is no whicher - longweirdword

caught in the tracers of a fleeting glimpse
clasped like the thunder against the ground in my nest
holes into real feelings of wholeness
i think
i may be a part of your dream
i’ve merely landed in this body
my body
for the first time, again

you know you’ve found home by the lantern that is always burning at your residence
and if you must leave
believe me, it’s always best to eat the evidence
in every which way
of every which color
the floor falls through into some land from some other
for the first time, again
and again

and if that’s forever then
well i guess that’s the end
it’s a program
it’s a process
proverbial blend
now carry us away on delicate waves
as thin as the wind, yet moving the same
the spaces
are faces
with so much to say

the spaces are faces with so much to say
but the teeth in their smiles get into their way
sputtering spitting their praises and blame
ancient, abrasive, karma-kid slang:
it happened it must
as it happened as such
and you are who you are because you became
it happened it must
as it happened as such
and you are who you are because you became
for the first time, again
and again
and again

i know no bound
here in the fire, right on

you’ve got a mile under your feet and
i won’t have the time to run
then i started fabric of time
went blind in a blink and black
all there was
and now all the little at-alls comprised
got faster with light
and i opened up in a crawl space
swept in a vortex
caught in environment
that loud image it would shake the fear off of vitals
and an hour strayed
and i
in time
stood in us still
we won’t know, tonight
if we survive
the trip right out of our minds
all over time

[kelsey williams]
one spoke to me within
said you’ll never find the right
and you’ll always choose the wrong
as a child, this was never life
it was like patterns that find in fade
colors should shade
the dawn of a dark light
city of tracers
and out of rest grew a spring

to give us more thoughts than we could ever have time to think
and this is just a game!
a senseless point
and you will have to play!

we’re both bigger than both sides
of an environment this size
huffing life cycles for a bliss high
get devoured by god
then talk to me about right or wrong
you can’t see the wheel when it’s the same wheel you’re spinning on

it’s like microscopic spit
spoiled out by roots
rotted out by ancestors
second after laughter
gets the better part of my love
excuses of a former life

and that’s not all of it!
there’s a decrepit little figure of a mother in a god
and it’s pushing your heart against your will
it’s pushing your heart against your will

- longweirdword

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