(despair : the deadly discipline)
//despair the deadly discipline//
i’m giving up
i’m giving up to the ghost
i’m giving up this skin and bones
i’m giving up
and into your arms
unshake this hunger
for thunderstorms
and make strawberries of us
humming in the kind summer sun
wherever you go
there are rainbows
wherever you stay
there’s a blaze
your language is water
and sane as the salt springs
by fully lit cities of gold
transient shade disintegrates
but yours is a shelter undead
the trees are steeples
in the wooded cathedral
reaching for a drink of the skies
send rain
and a forest fire
With All of my Love,
Jules
Y E A H ! ! !
***snapssssssss***