c me and c me not

there’s a pumping machine

at the feet of pretend sanctity

overlook is a matter of

spelling it the right away mama

transcendence is the way you breath

grieve not for the short of it

take strength from the billions

of scored not tonight

dare me you fed up with feathery fire

with love and fierce flames birthed

at the dip of dark star turning you

mass me not into mercury graves

where old tradition run with clocks

into why with a grin and fake churches

dereliction adheres to an after here

to the no other you than I mate

the no more than this view for sure

to the perspective of I am soon

no more gone fired into

a glass wardrobe of want

it will be said sayonara

late at night seriously dealt

sun dials runs for president