Lighthouse
A blue - rolling
as if some marble on some tilted plane
I want to discuss something with you - the broken promises etc.
How, when I was little, I thought I could learn to be a woman
At night the curve of the earth is a flat dark line
some seem to think this proves the panet's flatness - but
It only proves that our eyes are imperfect
A red - sliding that is also gore erupting from within
As if the mountain has given away
and the snow has begun to breathe
The nets of your eyes - they wrap each body they find
they cast in hopes of finding -
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