As I look
from this god’s eye view

I can feel the tides that pull at you
that tease your skin
the way they make you run
and crawl a million years

Angles fraught in silence
kisses on the edge of violence
weeping copper tears
delicate wrought past tense

I can feel the tides that pull at you
that break your bones
the way they leave you jagged
sharp to cut men open

As we fall
From this god’s eye view

-Me (Written on the way to Defcon/Vegas flying over the desert)

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