noir
June 30, 2018
if the sea peace on your skull
blue green moss for the temple
white would a smoke sacrifices sweetly
ever give her reason returns to brain O Athena
groves of bones grab your tools and biggest pallette
back to us it would the world is turning in mid air turning
be a flower of blackest flowers golden roses lilies tulips daisy
light like spaces surrounding seeds spores bracts whirlygigs
the words we use to enchant one all petals blossoms moss
the other for your headache
