got my eyes fixated
on a heaven bluer
than a mediterranean surface
heavenly icons
colors my life
oxyfeeds my million days
here on the ground
i do my daily grind
the dust is all grey
a desert run all mine
hours filled with
clocks ringing people screaming
turning down the volume
taking it in through shades
the sins of my life
only a handful
minutes to count on fingers
the black moments
pinpoints in a grey world
and at every turn every downhill
i think about forgetting
how these sweet things these bad doings
destroy my heaven like a scissor going wild
drag me down
make it tough to get up
don't let anyone
know these dark hours
the stone age of my actions
the clock pulls me by the hair
i'm so heavy the pull so light
any disruption
of this fine tuned balance
and i'll do an evaporation
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