Two ripe for solar, tender rust Too unfortunate to wake up Not a problem, don't blame us In the warm of daylight's cunt In the black hole of cream and sunbeds In the break of a strong fast In the opened heart of awareness there is us
She said how we get there doesn't matter It's all how you breathe...and stay kind And that I'm an enlightened bear Though a scavenger through with scavenging In a moment I'll lose my mind In an hour I'll lose my substance In my prime years I might unwind On my deathbed I'll think of us as good on earth My yarrow, my aloe and my changing needs
Smooth isn't effortless, soon doesn't wallow In a poet's hands awakened She's a moderate sexual artist In a snowblind we are a fire In the headlights we are a rabbit In our downtime we're always on In the dawn of time we were right there giving birth A new lemon, two apples and the dream Of us all
Entangled in the wet girl Her island unto myself Entangled like a left turn When you lean on somebody else We'll need the wise and fortunate to help out Just so you know We'll need the fire and effect of everything We tell to ourselves Underneath the red ringing bell Wondering who has been here before and fell Underheath our vanity's high hope tight rope glow So no-one knows we've become one
The most we can offer is awe and a well Of intention What is saved isn't lost here Underneath the red ringing bell Wondering who has been here before and fell
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