Message To Apollo - Carina Round

snipping threads
images fall clear
elevation would you find me down here
i will be waiting for you
outside of my skin
falling with the dust of a butterflies wings
would you send me a song from the cloud you"re on.

dip into my heart of a vacant season
i would leak my soul to film your ears
emotion wont you come alive
i would drag the stars from my own eyes
if you"d send me a song from the cloud you"re on.

always lost in the same sound
everything comes on the way down
come around
I"m still waiting for something to take me over.

measure the weight of your perception, your words and their effect on the resurrection of love and pain and devotion, the child like vision of a lost world in motion...
see through to your star strung gut, reveal the hidden universe no longer deep 'neath the silk chic/a of desert milk skin, now a brilliant libertine, you drift on a carousel of emerald green sheen. i await the forbidden dream, reborn on the weaving words that rise in my throat....
they say i am just the blood that drags from the black cunt of venus, be spit from a split lip or slip from the slit body of a madman...for the thirst for the thrust for the victory for the thrust for the suck of the breath of a stranger, to with pressed finger map the endless waves of imperial spirit. influx of sonic impulse. divine rhythm impulse. find your divine. define you divine. find your divine.

sometimes I"m so sure i can reach beyond this sky.
why do you have to build these buildings so high?

give me fire.
fuel my belief.
release these dreams stuck between my teeth.
possibilities come to light.
i've been searching for something
not sure what it is.