a pencil drawn line of fire smoking birds in a downward spiral
trails of charcoal trails of gray half burnt feathers the eagle crash-landing now.
as scary as bees with the heads of raccoons,
we seem to have split the embryo too soon.
shape shifters bulging splitting reveal the underneath flaming stars,
falling sky falling on me.
shape shifter splays his face again a terrible bargain
smoking birds dropping from the sky plummeting PLUMMETING!
and handsome shoved his gloves,
with a fist he fed you reasons,
brought you down from up above,
made you strong but left you kneeling...
this circuitry works best...
this circuitry works best...
this circuitry works best...
and handsome shoved his gloves,
with a fist he fed you reasons,
brought you down from up above,
made you strong but left you kneeling.