I wanted to be sure of horizons in my window, big and clear
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And the sun still making singing in my ear
But I forgot the wall is always there
So now I sit in idle blankness, and a stillness I can’t take
I began to think in figures instead of beauty that we’ve made
& beauty’s gone.
A liar spit in my ear and it turned me into nothingness, worms and fear
The lie became my body, every pore
As puddles form beneath me; acid sore
And where is joy among these pieces that we scream into the space?
Where is my gentle reason, and the light within my cave?
Where have you been?
Where is my light?
Not blue, but green & quiet, in my mind?
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