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Popuri for my webcomic, Mineral Water. Read about it here: [link]
You could consider this foreshadowing ; )
just some painting practice

From the top of the flight
Of the wide white stairs
Through the rest of my life
Do you wait for me there?

There's a light in the wings
Hits this system of strings
From the side while they swing;
See the wires, the wires, the wires

And the little white dove
Made with love, made with love
Made with glue and a glove and some pliers

Swings a low sickle arc
From its perch in the dark
Settle down
Settle down
Settle down my desire

And then this system of strings
Tugs on the tip of my wings
Cut from cardboard and old magazines
Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow

And then a slow lip of fire
Moves across the prairie with precision
While somewhere with your pliers and glue
You make your first incision
And in a moment of almost unbearable vision
Doubled over with the hunger of lions
'Hold me close', cooed the dove
Who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds

I wanted to say 'why the long face?'
Sparrow perch and play songs of long face
Burro buck and bray songs of long face
Sings 'I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
Just to lift your long face
And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
Your precious little long face
& though our bones they may break & our souls separate
Why the long face?

And though my wrists and my waist
Seem so easy to break
Still my dear i would have walked you to the very edge of the water

You would have seen me through
But i could not undo that desire

Description
. f u l l v i e w .

listen with: [link]

Popuri for my webcomic, Mineral Water. Read about it here: [link]
You could consider this foreshadowing ; )
just some painting practice

From the top of the flight
Of the wide white stairs
Through the rest of my life
Do you wait for me there?

There's a light in the wings
Hits this system of strings
From the side while they swing;
See the wires, the wires, the wires

And the little white dove
Made with love, made with love
Made with glue and a glove and some pliers

Swings a low sickle arc
From its perch in the dark
Settle down
Settle down
Settle down my desire

And then this system of strings
Tugs on the tip of my wings
Cut from cardboard and old magazines
Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow

And then a slow lip of fire
Moves across the prairie with precision
While somewhere with your pliers and glue
You make your first incision
And in a moment of almost unbearable vision
Doubled over with the hunger of lions
'Hold me close', cooed the dove
Who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds

I wanted to say 'why the long face?'
Sparrow perch and play songs of long face
Burro buck and bray songs of long face
Sings 'I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
Just to lift your long face
And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
Your precious little long face
& though our bones they may break & our souls separate
Why the long face?

And though my wrists and my waist
Seem so easy to break
Still my dear i would have walked you to the very edge of the water

You would have seen me through
But i could not undo that desire