frileux - bitterljuv spontanitet

frenetiskt skrivande drickande stampande sjungande levande
är jag nu, i 5 minuter
sen går det över, det går alltid över

MEN NU SKRIVER JAG OCH JAG MÅR SÅ DÄR, PÅ DET DÄR SÄTTET
och alla tror nog jag är galen, men
äh, inget


fall swift over our meadow
while naked feet dance beside me
oh! they shout while i glance
at the lit sky

fall slow as you touch my hair
warming blackness overwhelms me
ah! they moan while i twitch
as my eyelids close

rise quick in the morning mist
movements of joy which i do not share
licking my wounds
scrabbling
waiting for you, for an aeon or two

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from my lips, this ugly hole
what crawls out
something airborne

i want to become it
because i could not keep it

drastic despair and elegance
my hand runs fast
i carry myself with grace
an utter delight
oh, such a burden
the gravest burden

euforia, it is so bright
i am so high
i hold tight but i might as well let go
i let go
euforia, i am not here anymore
i frolic now in the springs of my prosperity

and you are not welcome to frolic along