Unthought

    After the falling flames drew upon my face I grew above all of my fates and all of my loves. My lost will never find my listen I see my toes, my feet have fallen. My hands are shown, my eyes have never seen. My ears breathe thoughts of desperation. I wish my heels could feel soft skies of green and orange. I love the magic in horns and urine. You're in luck because today is today and yesterday is tomorrow. I can't forget what I say to my sorrow.