freshly faced all of the knocks on yr skin

layers; the blessings; the sweetest garden

wave crash; the coast; no, i'm not acting

oh sunlight, on my face, i could weep, elohim

set my sight, oh so late, like a freak; my head spins

all black ice & surface tension water

sweet intention, oh god we adore her

joan of arc in every single rivulet

gabriel, oh god, please dont let it fade

way too struck by the texture lets stay up late

how i crave the mundane; oh sweet reality

i'm just tryna escape all my contexts

stack pound signs & obtain sweetest bouquet of the mind

wave yr hand, secret door in the seer's tower

affirm the, the right now, like everything's fine

beautiful serpent at the bottom of the waters edge

even when theyre gone i still feel their presence

oh how she holds herself; a televangelist

grasp on tight, giant tortoise, never ending

do u think i'd find myself in the transience?

something pretentious? or just roadkill?

would i find a wonderland like im alice?

pretty but worthless; just can't stand still

oh all entranced like im really just moving sand around

vcr gore tape, in her fixations bound

hold tight, hush now, lil figurine

15 ft off the ground, waxworks enemy

everything closer temporarily,

every wall so thin, broken memory

something inside still trembles every time i tell u i love u

something inside still grander every time i really look @ u

little crystal droplets like its something to be cherished

something cradled in the palms; if its right then answer wrong

and its focus on shelter in the ice storms

little formless biovac, rare earth tiger; white n black

figures in the minds eye, formed from the coastlines

oh what's it like without the struggles in yr life?

would it still be portraiture?

would it still be things to be shared together?

oh, all the texturing; all the fragments the knocks on yr skin

oh, with the wooden cross; pull on the strings

all the desi- desires within

all my hopes 2 pull u closer again and again

(oh again and again)