Busy, busy, boy in red
But I’m swifter still
Get my demise in your head
Think to be my pill
Do you dream I’ll give my all
To your damnedest plan
This Dark Friday caused your fall
My The Great I Am
Busy, busy, boy in red
But I’m swifter still
Get my demise in your head
Think to be my pill
Do you dream I’ll give my all
To your damnedest plan
This Dark Friday caused your fall
My The Great I Am
We are beautiful
You know
Out here looking in
But were we
In there looking out
I doubt
We’d see it
We’d worship
Screens and glass
Belongings and
Our own stale air
But out there
Out here
We are beautiful
Fling far what braces
Oblivion with you, shades
Let fly the long locks
And it’s disastrous
And it beautifies the world
Imagination
In the event they think they can
Or will or should or ought
You’ll look them straight into the eye
And bare shoulders long hard-fought
Were I a wise fly on the wall
Watching the nonsense unfold
I’d fly away
But not before the whir in my wings
Shouted
She’s given you everything
Do you need my eyes
To see unbegrudgingly
The mosaic beauty of her
In the dimmest of light
Look hard
Look close
Reach out
Even if blindly
Touch the beauty