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AMPHOTERE
awake
old hours passed away
my unchained eyes stray
withered virgin in new dress
another view on the same mess
sediments evaporate
the platen sky in higher rate
i'm filtered through a semaphore
a sonic message sent by thor
and why can't i speak through it
high tide washes away the grit
awake
old seconds run through sand
where the sea meets the land
i linger at the water-line
and quote the words in my mind
but why can't i speak through it
high tide washes away the grit
a broken lense reflects the sky
the shards display all our sights
i've tried
to fix the angles right
with my eyes tied to the sides
when the physical states collide
and the planets race through tide
my wounded wrists lay in your lap
my eyes see landslides fill the gap
my hands shape trapezoid rocks
my arms catch melting clocks
awake
the days i knew are gone
gaseous oceans have moved on
through the solid fog falls rain
brains in acid lakes retain
cerebral mails in formaldehyde
a dead file for each sight
a broken screen mirrors the sky
each shard displays a lie
i've tried
to fix the angles right
with my eyes tied to the sides
when the physical states collide
and the planets race through tide
i cross the seas escape the traps
i am the wind tousling your hair
i keep the stones i sprout the fern
i am the earth i'm your lair
but why can't i speak through it
high tide washes away the grit
a broken lense reflects the sky
the shards display all our sights
i've tried
to fix the angles right
with my eyes tied to the sides
when the physical states collide
and the planets race through tide
my wounded wrists lay in your lap
my eyes see landslides fill the gap
my hands shape trapezoid rocks
my arms catch melting clocks
i cross the seas escape the traps
i am the wind tousling your hair
i keep the stones i sprout the fern
i am the earth i'm your lair
sjÁlfur
AMPHOTERE
awake
old hours passed away
my unchained eyes stray
withered virgin in new dress
another view on the same mess
sediments evaporate
the platen sky in higher rate
i'm filtered through a semaphore
a sonic message sent by thor
and why can't i speak through it
high tide washes away the grit
awake
old seconds run through sand
where the sea meets the land
i linger at the water-line
and quote the words in my mind
but why can't i speak through it
high tide washes away the grit
a broken lense reflects the sky
the shards display all our sights
i've tried
to fix the angles right
with my eyes tied to the sides
when the physical states collide
and the planets race through tide
my wounded wrists lay in your lap
my eyes see landslides fill the gap
my hands shape trapezoid rocks
my arms catch melting clocks
awake
the days i knew are gone
gaseous oceans have moved on
through the solid fog falls rain
brains in acid lakes retain
cerebral mails in formaldehyde
a dead file for each sight
a broken screen mirrors the sky
each shard displays a lie
i've tried
to fix the angles right
with my eyes tied to the sides
when the physical states collide
and the planets race through tide
i cross the seas escape the traps
i am the wind tousling your hair
i keep the stones i sprout the fern
i am the earth i'm your lair
but why can't i speak through it
high tide washes away the grit
a broken lense reflects the sky
the shards display all our sights
i've tried
to fix the angles right
with my eyes tied to the sides
when the physical states collide
and the planets race through tide
my wounded wrists lay in your lap
my eyes see landslides fill the gap
my hands shape trapezoid rocks
my arms catch melting clocks
i cross the seas escape the traps
i am the wind tousling your hair
i keep the stones i sprout the fern
i am the earth i'm your lair
sjÁlfur
