Words and Images: Oh

 i only amiate
original thought
oh press me
i sink under your skin like liquid spirit
gift of permanence
tattering illusions like dry paint

uneven tides
wavering on blank space
just give me the weird
the marrow
the dancing
the shaking unknowing
a collective of shallow
holy vessels 

carried across centuries
my true love is history

fear is a loading screen

twenty one pilots
of leafs shuddering
oh let's travel more wide than far
i want the deepness
the recognizable holding

oh come climbing

you know the way from my eyes back to somewhere looking backwards
exact abstracts bend your fingers
to my open will
oh how softly i come calling

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