And It’s How It Is So I Swim Forgotten Waters To Hide,
And it’s how it is So I swim forgotten waters to hide,
drown and decide Dive down, deep down. Like I used to do
-s's.
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Is art resistance? Can you plant a garden to stop a war? It depends how you think about time. It depends what you think a seed does, if it’s tossed into fertile soil. But it seems to me that whatever else you do, it’s worth tending to paradise, however you define it and wherever it arises.
— Olivia Laing, from Funny Weather
Letting you go I have to do what I loathe I would never And Though you come around, Why would you ever take us down?
-s’s.
A minor imposition I create, but I insist
it’s a habit that I can’t resist
what I believe to be true might haunt me one day with flaming glory
like a sun,
like one bright sun in front of me
the light of which drowns out the dreams I hide;
the dreams I might not have
ever discovered
-s’s.
you have chosen the path that I don’t understand
The path that I don’t understand
is the path held onto like crutches, you use when you wander through your world
adjust yourself successfully and call your new friends
Maybe it’s all an ego acid trip for me that I dreamt up, an ice cold witch brew breathed into
I always imagine up everything beloved
whatever trace you want to leave behind is made up from the little things you do
dreamy potion of an electric ghost beckon back the forbidden souls
-s's.
/I want.../(porcelain clash)/
I want to do what I used to do last
kept once, stored up, among the cupboard's real glass stash
(a porcelain clash)
must recover, carried to a glowing life bed
my songs are going to come true
and one by one, each one of you, too,
Try to relinquish my thoughts, but what would that do?
a songstress with something on her mind,
and nothing to fall on top of behind,
trying to patch things that never were, or never was
doesn't matter if it never takes off
because all of this will always be enough.
a fish in the lowest pond
dreams that only go on
With our sleep
in too deep
-s’s
To protect me from piracy,
this ocean was diamond-cut sharp with danger
where waters will sting you mercilessly,
don't let me jump either
-s's.
sun dust spinning around us
an ache I used to feel, once
just cause it got the best of me don’t mean I’ll keep on thinking it through
Or let myself sit any longer in this abandoned room
-s’s.
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