i am certain my heart was misplaced
that the clouds spanning the skies are my membranes
that airplanes in their certainty carve lines of despair
over the landscapes of my tissue
i am sure that one day a tornado will arise
from the grim city and its populace below
and funnel my flabby heart into cotton candy
which children will eat, smacking their lips
and swallow with decision
i am certain there will be nothing else of me
but a sticky sweet fragerance which they will
carry steadily into their future.
that the clouds spanning the skies are my membranes
that airplanes in their certainty carve lines of despair
over the landscapes of my tissue
i am sure that one day a tornado will arise
from the grim city and its populace below
and funnel my flabby heart into cotton candy
which children will eat, smacking their lips
and swallow with decision
i am certain there will be nothing else of me
but a sticky sweet fragerance which they will
carry steadily into their future.
Who are you? A person in a landscape or a landscape in a person? You mix the scenic and the organic to a point where they are one and the same. It's a strong imagery, yet it's impossible to grasp it entirely. A particular note to the notes and sounds in here, there is a great flow, maybe you should record it and hear it to see what I meant. Good one!
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