A sense of absence
when my eyes are shut
I walk
in mute geometry
Of fixed ideals
and something broken
In the same way
empty gestures unbalance the air
I have been overlooking them
Because their disguise is too bright
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
A sense of absence
when my eyes are shut
I walk
in mute geometry
Of fixed ideals
and something broken
In the same way
empty gestures unbalance the air
I have been overlooking them
Because their disguise is too bright