Life begins in the middle as we open our eyes: the screen changes the music is in full tempo you already know me my words melt into emotion and evaporate in front of me misty vapor of my heart fumes from an engine smoke from a match the devouring nature hidden demons of my soul consuming me recreating me something i do not want something i cannot control. the flame drinks solid wood leaving brittle ash my voice becomes an electronic signal reverberating into meaningless chatter purification distill the senses connect to the purity to become pure let go of the imperfect to connect with God |
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