chris kaprys (complicake) wrote,
chris kaprys

hologram cracker

growing up is a choice.
music is a blessing.
mosaics are a cure.
one head strung like a puppet
the blender
set to purify on every pulse.
instincts honed to the hunt for mistakes.
the night.
the snow.
the woods alone.
from the moonlit branches
kissing the water
which is ice
which is water
which is kisses
which is ice.
never a photograph was stolen and born
in which this beast was at peace.
there's a journey in the stars tonight
to be threaded on the ground.
there's a loss that fainted years ago
and never made a sound.
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