Soft Inside

Every ink blot's butterflies sometimes

But at this dull present moment

They are all moths and tired clouds

And I'm dragging myself through bedrooms

Painted all gold by the sunset

Then the sun sets and I come down

She wants a slice that's half that size

Admired in the pale blue light

The something that it satisfied in your mind's eye all the time

Getting soft inside

Should I chase each thought with two of you?

How is that not named desire?

There's a lock on the light up doubt

And the new soft science is this kiss

Was it pink pixels for my lips?

Are there high channels I can't count?

The fires blow away on time

You have a kid and raise him shy

I know that not a day goes by and it's high time all the time

Getting soft inside

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