Fast As You Can

This searing flame ,lives only for itself, dwarfed by bolts of lightning/a fork of the cross/ that dips while dying:/what we record is showing/the heart’s bright notation./Hear me now, while you force/those flowers buried in my skeleton /to bloom in a constant Spring/Looking for balance, time after time,/ when a purpose shows, you slay them/They’re made of what you bring me,/tilting the world on it’s axis/ but I can’t hold a candle to your sudden bloom./ We labor under different suns, yours red,/ color of the stunts you like to perform,/limp arms ghosted/ by shapes of boulders, you crack them,/make them smaller

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