Hey you!
Spasm!
Icon of iconoclasm
With your charming dejection.
The questions I have couldn’t
Find this lost place we inhabit.
I know, we all live in violence,
Its jarring transcendence.
Inflicting such easy afflictions.
We make worlds of rejection.
When I reach outside,
I’m blocked by my glaring reflection.
Here I’m at home in a blindness
Where no one can see me.
Strange prison of freedom
Where nothing can touch me.
I’m free in this flow.
I keep watching the world with no face of my own.
I leave no trace.
Something’s gone wrong
And it stained all my relations.
They’re painted with shades of the same.
I am perfectly safe…
Spasm!
A world of rejection and passion.
We’re speaking in silence,
Carving each other from our comfort in violence.
I spy from my body that hasn’t a face.
You spy from your body that hasn’t a face…
Against a hint of each other
We haven’t a shame,
Haven’t a dream.
I dreamt, found it, left it to be in the world.
Without a mind,
Each to their own.
No one can see me when I’m at home.
This prison of freedom,
Free to just flow.
In the safety of blindness,
I know what I know.
I leave no trace.
Something’s gone wrong
And it’s stained all my relations.
They are painted with shades of the same.
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