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INBETWEEN

In between circles of confusing chaotic mumbles
please at least grant me a peaceful night rest
and save me the fight with my soul
me, myself and I
or the silhouetted fantômes
of undead troubles lashing
out before me

Wrenching out my still beating heart
with such force it hurts
I gape etonné
In between catching my breath
in between my vocal chords snapping in two
in between the struggle
in between my life flashing by
flick by rapid flick
I remain immobile


In between waiting for demain
for the stars to give way
to a beautifuless sky
full of nothing
'save the rains
in between sitting through the rainfall
eating cold ice cream
in between the pitch blackness
when I close my eyes
in between a flooded mind
a sunflower in the middle of a corn field
in between a world obsessed with unity
of a billion wars
fighting so hard to keep the pack of dead alive
wanting, yet not getting


In between the slow motion
of pain a mother
brings forth the nine month old thing
and how the the fragile thing
would one day germinate into
a man
or something In between
and one day would want to
transform into a woman
or a robot
or both


In between the strings attached
unattached and reattached
In between the cold frustration
purple anger
blue sickness
yellow fevers
and black neutrality
I never forget
au nom de Venus
I never forget your face.
g.o.
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