Tag: transfigure

  • No Time

    Steve Toth

    The sun doesn’t contain itself
    so how shall we?
    What’s more precise
    than our own illusions?
    Be not afraid
    I feel free to tell you anything
    I want to learn to drive you wild
    Nobody’s safe
    We’re all naked as flowers
    How do you always know where to look?
    Love me silly
    Love my brains out

    Nothing here is what it seems
    There’s no time to waste
    so we never cease our explorations
    No more words without lives
    We don’t run with predators anymore
    we run with the prey
    What’s more important
    than the way life is
    playing with your hair
    disguised as my figures?
    My thinking passages
    are all fogged up with your breath

    Our desires are developing their own strains
    Tease me with revelations
    Whatever you touch
    you seem to transfigure
    Transfigure me with your touch
    Only you know what I mean
    There’s no time to waste
    Sing for me
    Sing death is a lie
    You’re what’s really intoxicating
    making the moon shine
    in the still of this night

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