Life contains loves like
stripes traced on sleeves
the ones you first met will be the ones who less believe
yet we
leave something out overlooking the doubts
it is an exception we can knot through or perceive
in theory and
as we conclude and solve by our rules
the apparatus trance is the enigma in our schools
we believe
Faith is not blind
Grades, when I sought you out
I could not anticipate
our plays of thought,
cobbled lines, straight to current state
call me cherry chimichonga
because I'm fine and sweet
S-G-A-P
Think with me, it's a treat
this beat, this beat, is where we meet
repeat this neat percussion from carried feet
axioms are obsolete when we cannot complete
need, representable, with our discreet meet
what fills the void, betwixt the employed
observations, postulations we're not believed so destroyed
sing with me these us people who trace cassation prix
allocate a melting pot of coy notations to decree.
Czar Sicarius
the mystery nefarious
multiply lines to find my eudaimonia
maybe we could cut the world in two
so powerful a magic
trace capitals on every map you find
these animals will take over your life
Tree or root
any will do okay
any will make mis-takes
cha-change the world.
Two doves building a place we love
memories of our love.
SGAP: Symptom of the careless one
love is undecidable
lets wait till dusk and see the owl of minerva
But now the minds have changed, and the earth has turned
every eye catches the new light
the golden soul would parade over the worlds curtain and its lingerie
the marble would gasp and brush fuchsia to the lilies,
turquoise to the daffodils,
even in chance of a lunar greeting
swimming fingers would curl eyelashes,
spilling rain and tossing hair,
and in every house the wild coffee would stimulate
shaken before the afternoon, curve after curve the spectrum would saturate.
Swift our hands.
Faith is not blind.
Faith is not blind.