They ask me how I do it
Where my mind comes from
I got that fire
In my belly I see the ocean : the sun is setting :
everything is going
from liquid to solid : the caps are shifting emerald : foam
everywhere
They ask me how I do it
I pull that into me : take the caps of the sea and breathe
it
Here is the salt in my veins staining my heart : here a
fish-bone knife
I got that fire : split my chest
Let is pump on the table a moment : the mirrors will reflect
only blank
light and empty rooms : the curtains are limp broken skin
They ask me how I do it : I take hostages of myself
Roam the sand bar and count the threshing grasses : how many
were
green and how many were bleached white ?
I got that fire
And it consumes me more then it could you : ocean thick
breaking : particles float satellites about the earth of my
brain
They ask me how I do it
I got that fire
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