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Lichtenberg FiguresOpen wideWeary mother of ancients Here unravelled On our own again Everlasting emancipated loveless hell Constant craving of something else to fill this shell Never free from the base of the willow A stowaway between the legs of such heaven unjust Chewing on her thighs as your grip to ascension Collapse beneath a thousand fists The legends on your back grow cold Relapse until the final addiction buries you inside it whole Never will it make an exception Cast off the shadow of what’s internal It won’t collapse on its own It carries on Collapse beneath the lips of a dying forest Count back before we begin still fall apart I thought I waited here oh for so long Unravel into this motionless heart to start again |