FloatingA Poem by getinthecarpleaseWeb blackness in a sin of the night flowing As the voices speak in my mind The turning of their heads plunge in obscurity Chaste visions of death and disparity Hang from the circle of my auxiliary Mills ford the perception of our creation Everlasting debt to the spoken word of pigments Floating upon electric nightmares with a tablet for dawn And watch the saber pierce my eyes Loving necromancer with an aerosol delight Loving little Scorpio stabbing at the night Anchors fall into my manifesto of dreams and lucidity Pawns reign high in the rain for my screams and futility And so we'll march to the cerebellum Running from myself, running from themselves Tilting the words that oppress me
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