Train of Thoughtime
The train of thought: I wonder what the process would look like if I put in a box a dream of delayed watches. The idea: My account of time spent has been monitored, and can be returned, with an interesting spin.
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in Our Room
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Cross pollination Returning with a blood stain Along our laid lines These chemical scents Wishwork out like fireflies A new reaction God is our beacon Slipstream Bereaheet Bara It's all confusing Coming together When maturity is reached A final harvest Reaping what you sow Painting with a pen deepened By the cracking glass In our pain we've seen Throughout time we have become Fields of healed with scars If we continue Perhaps there will be a prize Night followed by Dawn Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer
Called By Name
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I've called you by name In this you may be unique Within partnered fields Youngest of your flock Do you know how loved you are? The cup overflows If I try to count All the ways we show you love I would never cease So they adorn you Your armor of special gifts With eyes shining bright Bring the horizon Traverse the Sea of Nothing Use your gifts to stitch An expert seamstress Connect the threads I cannot Make me a garment I long to be seen Not as shameful and naked But beloved and clothed When you hear your name If these halls have any worth Rise and shine boldly
The Mechanic's Kiss
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Well now, here we are Mechanic's kiss washed which ways Tabula Rasa We find Top 6 Nerve Completing stich red and black Returning to five Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer With the haiku dropped Our crew returns to complete With a sudden crash When all that's F#&%'ed up Is reconciled completely Sliding the Menu Slipping it to you It manages to miss gaps Say "never again." Then into the roast We find ourselves without help And the ships sailing Then they'res Nothing left Washing With the Waves We group at the pond