On the edge of creation
Staring, with my crazy colours
Before I make my next move
Like there’s going to be a new day
Tomorrow
Feel it again
Painfully aware of every moment
As though I could dissect any of it
Place it on a slide
Take a slow look at all the wild colours
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Swim in this heat
Then breathe in this drowning wind
And bleed for a few short sweet me days
While I fling and splash and
Open the gash of this great dark universe
Zero colour shows the light up
Quite bright often
Music that I’m hearing for the
First time me hears
Cut my nails, sharpen my edges
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