“You’re all the fucking enemy,
Another sign of the plague within”
Voices from a mountain, peacock in the sky
Another sign of the plague within”
Voices from a mountain, peacock in the sky
Under a lavender-imbrued
Black vainglorious veil so visible
Light my mirror with the tumbling glow
Of your perfect bathic baetyl
Black vainglorious veil so visible
Light my mirror with the tumbling glow
Of your perfect bathic baetyl
Ocellated god spoke to the crowd
Through tremolo bells from a city window
While from the hills out back, not quite as loud
Came the horses’ more uneven tremolo
Inside: mornings, writings, hope,
Reproductions of the most famous Van Gogh
Outside: only my scotoscope
It was night, out here
And always would be
Through tremolo bells from a city window
While from the hills out back, not quite as loud
Came the horses’ more uneven tremolo
Inside: mornings, writings, hope,
Reproductions of the most famous Van Gogh
Outside: only my scotoscope
It was night, out here
And always would be
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