Your last thoughts dissove
eyes shut you fall upon the rising stairs
the instinct of grasping the day loosens
you go completely slack
The elevator moves you up toward the sky
Just an enormous face of a phantom spread out
starlight cloud and knife moon
all watching your eyes twitch
hearing your nose whistle
or your mouth snore
Throwing the very spirit of you through a dusty cloud
Which parts and splits into fragments
you are in there somwhere seeking perfection
Silent footsteps make their way down back to earth
But it's not your spirit anymore
It' just a vestige of the wide phantom sky I painted
I helped clone in the shattered swamp
it's methane interrupting your aura
Just so that I may inhabit the untouchable within you
for eternity
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