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I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
around flesh,
and I call God a liar,
I say anything that moved
like that
or knew
my name
could never die
in the common verity of dying,
and I pick
up her lovely
dress,
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
chips of blinking things,
idols, pills, bread,
fathoms, risks,
knowledgeable surrender,
rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know
her dress upon my arm
but
they will not
give her back to me.

It was a riverbank,
or could it have been an ocean,
Eitherway,
I watched you drown there.

Is this a song,
Or is it a eulogy.
Well I guess,
Your funerals over.

I guess it's a character piece,
Speaking to a mirror,
Reflecting solar rays,
Of your body.

I am so far away from you.

Is this song about sex,
Is this song about love,
Is this song about trauma,
Or the heavens above

I hope there is an afterlife for you.

Yes I do.

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from The beauté faye upon her face, Non erthly thing it may desface. (Cult Of Lilith), released February 15, 2023

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