the words are all sleeping, tight.
the sky is clearing itself into oblivion
Another decade is coming fast-forward
like a vision i used
to melt my introductions
for clairvoyance
The kingdom has always been in my head and heart
here's no wonder of the saviors to be gone
What's left in bone?
all the flesh has been enlighted as i pull myself through dimensions
and bridges.
hello, saint,
are you the player?
or the played?
CITEȘTI
Flesh and Blood
Poetryîn mod contemporan, sângele este o influenţă de bază. Şi nu numai în scrieri, ci şi în trup.