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letra de i) youth ii) zenith iii) harvest iv) dissolution - miocene

i. youth

air born of all
light dawning full
in time arise
my sunshine
weak but forgiven
lacked oxygen
voice of erebus
voice entreating

love listless i burn
am i to blame?
under her rays
i lay too long
smouldered like coal
this is my soul
tired voice taking over

my fear destroys the beauty in you hidden
now i must tear my way out of you…

ii. zenith

cold cuts into this little porcelain
brittle thin paper skin absorbs the water through the tinder
my fear of fire
asphixiates the same way
my fear of fire

frozen tide you’re exhilarated with fever
tattooed leather pigskin thinking made it easier
my fear of fire
isolates the oxygen drags me back down to ground level zero

iii. harvest

sleepwalker, sleep talker. speak so fast i spit the words that don’t hit you. slap faces while your hands and feet are tied in situ. stay on your knees and wait for me. i’m coming for you with the dark religion of devoted sensualists lost sense, so you can attack me and we can witness this human dynamic in perfect effect. straight face and present tense earns my respect

crator or creator? buried i within gold fixtures, forced words under sandpictures. i become wind, blowing us all away eventually, returning me to the sea where my thoughts are free to roam deeper than my biology. given our ideology and idolotry, what does that make you and me? can you no longer even speak without that black catfish on your back?

a face slapped and a safe flat. we’ll spend the night without lights, the way they used to in dungeons and huts. let’s get f-cked up. a desire older than the mold we broke here, fiddling with our psychoacoustic makeup. a quick wakeup, stay up, shook up and then back down now drowning in the comedown. unexpected, a leaden, crashing endorphin rush blasts away the imitation chemicals we fill our isolation with

exposes their inferiority. so who is still following? who is excommunicating fractured h-lls hurting like sh-lls bursting beneath my feet? i’ve walked miles in these shoes; all i’ve to show for it is anger and blisters. a cosmologists game of twister. i miss her so much that this one drunk f-ck will mean nothing. put your hands on your head, play dead and buried. under one crown, we fall one by one down neural pathways. you want to hear my truth spoken? come closer, secret handshakes and p-sswords thrown out to the masked herds i’m past caring about how loud i shout, or who shouts me down. twin pistons spark, set the darkened reaction chamber once more in motion…

…no

i am so sorry
i am so f-cking sorry

iv. dissolution

i’ve ceased wandering
incinerating
wait persephone
come, burn, wait for me

i’m left with nothing
evaporating
i’m left with nothing
evaporating

- miocene

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