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I
Like an hourglass, measuring the sands of explanation running loose.
Inwards breath, to fly away
On the wind
But these bones feel
Too heavy for the sky

My muscles twisting
Turning
Spasmodic thoughts
In the claustrophobic terror
Of an empty
Room
Where sometimes chases forever in a mobis-strip loop

II
Serene moments pass
Before it visits again
This need to write, to shape the world from a moment
From this chair
And put my mark on a feeling and say that that was mine

I put the spaces in later
And then take them out
Because they'd remain unseen by your gaze
And later by mine.

Though theres no devils or blood
For this page to take today
There isn't enough to go around
When you think about it

Just abstract concepts
Exaulted for their meaning
In science and magic, hope and pain
As if the distinctions between make any of the difference

And yet
Do the clouds feel lonely?
Is that why they join on a rainy day?
When opulent sunsets are overrun with so many
Eyes unseeing

And does animal instinct
Make us any less human?

As if grinding and moaning
And tearing a space in the fabric of the sky,
Will allow a glimpse of god before
'Sleeping with ghosts'
And realising that no matter how hard you try
You can't turn lead into gold

Description
I
Like an hourglass, measuring the sands of explanation running loose.
Inwards breath, to fly away
On the wind
But these bones feel
Too heavy for the sky

My muscles twisting
Turning
Spasmodic thoughts
In the claustrophobic terror
Of an empty
Room
Where sometimes chases forever in a mobis-strip loop

II
Serene moments pass
Before it visits again
This need to write, to shape the world from a moment
From this chair
And put my mark on a feeling and say that that was mine

I put the spaces in later
And then take them out
Because they'd remain unseen by your gaze
And later by mine.

Though theres no devils or blood
For this page to take today
There isn't enough to go around
When you think about it

Just abstract concepts
Exaulted for their meaning
In science and magic, hope and pain
As if the distinctions between make any of the difference

And yet
Do the clouds feel lonely?
Is that why they join on a rainy day?
When opulent sunsets are overrun with so many
Eyes unseeing

And does animal instinct
Make us any less human?

As if grinding and moaning
And tearing a space in the fabric of the sky,
Will allow a glimpse of god before
'Sleeping with ghosts'
And realising that no matter how hard you try
You can't turn lead into gold