Grievous and Golisopod
Burn your fingers
Feet in dirt
Head in the clouds
I told you to pace yourself and rest
You gave me a frown
Claws as hands Short legs Small feet
Bent back
Only low angles
Every stare drips
Cuts, slips, sips and slides Drop and abide
Amygdala out the trench
These bodies have no real weapons No sharp teeth
No claws
No horns
No fangs
No clubs
No hooks
No spikes
No thorns
Yet Knuckles
Index and Middle finger
And bone and thought
You were prepared to take anything life would through against you
And make the very best of it
Granite to marble
Water to wine
A fresh breath of air out of a grimm choke
Bright shade to even dims
Your throat
Forever to withstand the blade
Stretch the bow Apply pressure Release heat Spitfire
Sprint
Spill
Bend hell
For the joy of lucky strikes
Crash the columns of the temple
Axis in motion
Only a fraction of Weight
Fall, faint and blow
Emergency exit and evaporate
Off to one of many future grand entrances
Slide and break
Hollow out your eye pits
Dig trenches
Delete
Clinch and stretch your hand
Point and raise your voice
Grievous swings and hits everyone he wants to
Golisopod lives off the many of his first impressions
Skim along the surface
Stay afloat
Grieve and grieve
The gun is you and me
People kill people
How do you write an animal farm?
I swear I saw faces gaping out their mouths
How do did they twist from inside out?
A false priest preaches to a silent choir
One day there will be no more movement on this planet
The heat of the moment has fleeted into the palm of my hand
I will reach this hand out to you brother
Off to a promise that I cannot make
Such faith is made in silence
15 and 47 are waisted on me
My arms now stretch out beyond the horizon
Call me the gummy man
A Black man in a white mans body
A white man in a Black mans body
Is there perhaps an instrument?
Is it a map?
What does it cost?
Is there for release of doubt*
And can I only pay with my own substance?
can it complete all equal matters?
Attain all innocence?
Is the hook some kind of key?
Lairs Betrayers Traitors Blenders Soul suckers
Bow
Cower
And brace
Await the blow
Off to blast all brains
Off to instant digest
Off to dust
To pass through strings and waves
Until colour in and of itself fades in absent shades
A secret place
Draped in Plaids
On flat lands
Finally to stretch out our shadows
No mountains
No caves*
No more valleys
The horizon almost bent to a bubble The fear of falling into the sky
Meaning will melt
There is more than another side How to widen the gap?
How do you stretch a crack?
How to leach out all the way?
Open wide up to suck it in
What sweet blooms of equal craving
Lie at the bottom of the bottle?
Long before a new time
With wars over sand and water
Perfect loops
Absolut uprootal
To circle in dusk and dawn
New minds in different shapes
Dark and rotten planets
The abyss will be alive
Air as thick as our fists
There will be another kind of curious person
Another kind of determined mind
And another kind of struggle
Another world will await you
For you will never die
And I will always be there
I will die while standing tall forever
In unrest and in fear
Blessed be the one who fears the other
And delights in all commandments