Fevered, I glanced in the Mirror Part 2
(false advertisement & miss communication )

(False Advertisement)
Now wake up there brother
Make him, take him
A bubble of water,
Of a deserts color
Put thy faith in dirt
Tell the sky your plea
Into the aversion of discovery
Start writing a letter
Send it with a ruby
And a prayer to the heart
Time taking us forewarned
Into the warmth of a whisper
The comfort of the womb
Holding on like a display case
As mother, she shapes, thy face
(A Mis-Communication)
A phone slips into blips
To save our soul
Words now missing
Hang up the sorry
In a casket we sing
From under doors
And TV sets
A lie, a lie
Thy Weight as Sky
Peeling her from roots
You timed removed
Now you dive
I remember the All
The saddle freezing me
And watching you in school
Comb your hair,
Blue and bejewled
And a tongue, the ruining
Words, hear, for one
Pass in aquantince
You said : "I understand"
Then fell, to snuff her hood
And in directing yarns and twine
Second time, root removed;
You prove : Love has died
And pleasure is food, if suffering
An awful lie, of Weight satisfied
Talking to a face ;Stranger in mosaic
Never getting clear
Still, I come back
To one day prove, a fact
He and I are We in the Sea
(objective reality)
Kissed her eyelids pon the mourning
As I layed her down to rest
Singing incessentily of the Sun,
And what it knows, it nows best
Does He know the place, above the neck?
That only the favored touch
A cry of broken sentences
A love, afar, afar, too much!
Laying awake in bed
Worries, smoke form a cigerette
Coffin becomes the bathroom floor
As the procelin God We barn
Some drugs, a cross, a country
Ploting on a graph my death
Each sit, did it whisper
"I am and I and non at best"
Thus determined, falling teeth onto knees
Settled for a ringing telephone;
And voice of an answering message;
A kiss from a girl broke her jaw
The worm her Father gave her in an apple core
With lies bright enough for burning
Among rows, ripe and by secrets turning
Marked X of a dayls unfurling
And the sky, and the sky was gray
Beneath a clock , decayed
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