Bitter beams hold these arms up
With sultry canvased frowns abounding
Dictated dreams land
Harsh to the gravel ground
No flowers
Clean spirit, you, and fresh fruit
My cerebral ribbons spring
Clear wires
Steep fibers
Dark with the oceans that climb
The walls and my home
And my lonesomeness
I dream five wires out to you
Come climb my walls
and make that ocean spark you
into blue
That's how the first forest grew
Don't let me tempt you
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