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Stuart Davis

I left when it came
just a dot
that knew my name

It said, it said goodbye
then it built a nest
behind my eyes

And it's hitting me
like a punching bag
smoking me
like a pack of fags
drag me through the labyrinth
of it all
My eyes are glossed
my soul is dotted
the blood between my limbs
is clotted
Melt me in the velvet
of its walls

What it wants
if it wants anything
What it is
if it is anything

So strange
it begins
the distant hum
the tacit grin

The way
the way is clear
until it comes
then it smears

And it's hitting me
like a punching bag
smoking me
like a pack of fags
drag me through the labyrinth
of it all
my eyes are glossed
my soul is dotted
the blood between my limbs
is clotted
melt me in the velvet
of its walls

What it wants
if it wants anything
What it is
if it is anything
What it loves
if it loves anything
What it is
if it is anything

Wide-eyed wonder in the sky
probly wonders why
we waste away in comfort
We seeds
who refuse the stars
the gift of what we are
may never be collected

And it's hitting me
like a punching bag
smoking me
like a pack of fags
drag me through the labyrinth
of it all
My eyes are glossed
My soul is dotted
the blood between my limbs
is clotted
Melt me in the velvet
of its walls

What it wants
if it wants anything
What it is
if it is anything
What it loves
if it loves anything
What it is
if it is anything

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