ascention to the corners of these ceilings he dwells to safety
whispering a tantalizing cryptic song
and above the screaming faces that vomit smears of emotion
undetectable sun, overcast, he is offering a new scene
closer to the song of his I migrate
WHO ARE THESE CRAYON SMEAR IMAGES????
I touch the ceiling and then you might not find me
away from the blur of lights.. sound.. an absense of my sun
i am nearly away from you
can you find me?
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