some night amidst some stretch of time
cloaked in grey and stormy mists
coquettish spirits of unforgiving feminine divine
teach me skills of tender trysts
who am I? who am I? who am I? who am I?
inquiry after release, let go to control
hold on to be free, focus out to know me
a chest emptying into void endless hole
im sucking it in, what this has to give
another pole to dance, there is no mask
there is no dancer, there is only laughter
only working towards some great task
and I have to ask, to the emptiness
and beg to bleed just a little more
I don't belong, no I don't run along
this thread of inherited and forgotten lore
what do I want? what do I want?
how do I know I'm here really?
my cycles, an orbit, energy recycles
energy returns, and a truth not nearly..
..so super, or sublime
as the taste of a life
without a story told
without holding back
non, anon, adieu
to you, another swoon
beneath a supermoon
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