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Domination

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Your eyes in my eyes

Showing yourself back to you, in streaming glory

In all your glory, you’re so beautiful

I can’t believe it

Where does it come from?

Not from above

Not from some special one

From the dirt, from the earth, from the sticky sticky mess

The messes we make, regret bakes a cake

And I cut into it

So many pieces, share them all around with a big big crowd

With a big big crowd

Don’t frown

No forks, just hands,

Let me kiss your hands

Let me suck your fingers

One at a time, one at times, at all times, push inside, open up into two

Ladling out new visions

New visions, two visions

A soup sipped on the throne

The throne beholds love making

In all its glory, it’s icky icky glory

Glow in the dark with me at night, firefly

With me at night

With me at night

With me at night, firefly, firefly, firefly

Firefly, sleeping in moss

Light cast against the sky

Clouds as soft covers

Aggressively soft, as a safe word

The wind, the cross, illuminated on the mountain top: Mont-Royal

Monday, Wednesday, Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday

Weeks done backwards while spitting in tongues

Weed fog: a compact haze, its own maze, its own mass

A central place of worship for this sketchy, sketchy city

Dismissing our born realities

As I’m running to clear you out of my system

As I’m running to clear you out of my system

As I’m running to clear you out of my system

As I’m running to clear you out of my system

Footsteps on the pavement

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, left, right, right

Left, right, left, right, left, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right...

I’m not gonna stop

No one’s got anything on me

Eat the dust, eat the dust

Birdbath in the dust

Three of them, wings spread