I am the Key

You’re pretty enough to be a star, some kind of angel, the inside of music. But i care if you remain this way, there is no life in the melody that pours from your tears. Tears in the sky, does the soul cry? tears open the night like lightning, and finds it’s way into dreams like screams highlighted like entering the earth's atmosphere at such a speed to confuse the hieroglyphs. This is math – what adds up and what is correct, dressed in some phantom myth revealing the edges of cobwebs in stone cast through the abyss and all that left science before the art was created-cancel the vaccine-seal the vacuum-sell the cancer-see the star- Magnify- the magnanimous magnificent – ain’t it obvious. And so I climbed into a song before the world had eyes - and bled the cozmos in twelve steps that led to freedom- From there - I soar - the eagle.

(unfinished)