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the allurement stirs
and i follow your edges like a perfect curve
i follow you
like a vacant herd
unnerved
these racing cognitions preferred
an enigmatic choice
in every tremble of my voice
i find a hidden darkness
a lurking as my life has begun to blur
the subtle mould has taken hold of the air
the fine line between what i'm able to bare
in certain positions of the parabolic sun
what dreams have been won and lost
and for which i was actually attentive
retentive of memories i can't correct
caches of pain i wish i'd forget
seeing his face, his smell, his lies
sloshed over the streets i coast daily, high
stoned to my bones, still searching for a home
watching the growing season tame its throne
i try to be humility
i try to be grateful with familiarity
i try to be youthful with antiquity
but the paradoxes and polarities are just an aching tooth
that needs to rot off and evolve
this brain twister needs to be solved
before my claws are useless and i am a pile of flaws
within an equation that bawls after tossing in the sheets
waking up in the morning with no dreams to retreat
13:03 and i'm on the go
but what do i know
what
do i know.
why do i follow you? what grasp do you have
these choices i'm making - under what name, what mask?
noosing my curiosity in your slander
opposite direction no less, shiny objects lead me to meander
i am tender in my confusion
brilliance or dissolution
i cannot recall under which heart i act or seek
when will my dreams resurface to peaks?
