you could be the one
o sign o savior
here are your poison tendrils
let me be your clown fish—
o let me clean you —
me orange
my driving force, my utter supplication?
direct your striving downwards, he said,
red devil, (where went his cloven claws?)
a deep ocean, pure reception
the antennae's hidden and transmission's coming in fine
push back the greens, there is a deep hutch
where i've known her force,
which grows and deep deep woa,
some weird frontier for action
action!
no fucken engineer
not even a doctor
knows why these lights work
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