Lacuna

This blank space
A shining lacuna sun
Drops through to interface
With absolutely anyone

Blood white void
Clean smeared upon her form
Arc-bent convolution joy
Breathes gasps and trembles writhing warm

Oh oh ohh oh ohh
And yet I think it’s killing her
Oh oh ohh oh ohh
The curious nothing leads the world away

Open glow
Envelops like a gown
It integrates and flows
Angelic vapor drifting down

Weight arrays
Hold down the softest sounds
Baptized by a canceled light
The softest brushes wrap around

Oh oh ohh oh ohh
I think it must be killing her
Oh oh ohh oh ohh
The force of fondness leads the world away

She so cold now…

Oh oh ohh oh ohh
And yet I fear I’m killing her
Oh oh ohh oh oh ohh
I know this love is killing her
Oh oh ohh…

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