She slides her toes across the rear window with a squeak,
Thin, white fingers knead the shine out of vinyl seats.
Through you
Blue skies go bright white when the bee stings;
(Her vision blurs, cracked up when solace speaks.)
Through you
A cool breeze runs through her veins
Isolate
We turn to shades...and our whispers grow faint...and the ink clouds somersault...like storms on the Great Plains

03 Through You MASTERED V1

Others speak only when the world speaks through them.
Their words upon my lips taste saccharine and sacrilege.
I'm a living icon, the blazing vision that gave the Forms their shape and mission;
I am married to the flame, but I still don't feel the burning.

Others speak to defend, to escape the grave silence,
Believing in the color bursts behind their eyelids.
But I wanna know what the world isn't--to see the love incarnate.
I am married to the flame, but I still don't feel the burning.

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