crop circles

she asked if this route is mine
i lied it wasn't

it's raining
she's singing songs with her lips only
i said we wouldn't get nowhere
she answered we have no direction anyway

and i felt so much alive
and so little dead then

sometimes opening arms
you're stuck at something so complex
so large and complex
that you end standing there
with your arms wide open
like a small misfit Jesus

oh girl your fingers touch
the very intimate chords of mine
so that i shiver

eyes of yours
are oceans of tar
and sticked to them
unable to move i
have shed my youth
as an insect sheds an armour
and eats it to reborn to
a carnivorous flower

as if cardiograph needle
would have dated with compass
gone out of her mind
and
started drawing
crop circles


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