Benedictus Est.
It’s the way you move. The way you move.
The way you move in and out my honey-hearted soul, sticky and thick. Moving through moving through getting through. I’m getting through, I’m getting me through you.
I’m seeing you through, seeing right through you, through your vanilla-eyes. I can see you coming through those big black holes in my kitchen ceiling. Coming true, coming true, you’re my dream come true, the dream come through my madness.
It’s the way you move. The way you move on. Move on. Move on. Now. Remove that scent from my walls. Remove yourself. Move on. Move through my skin. Move your dark-yellow breath through my skin. Closer. Move closer. Really close. Re-Move yourself closer. Moving apart. Moving apart. Forever moving apart.
For it’s the way you move. Me.
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Benedictus Est
It enters me,sweet sticky sirup,
not knowing where to go next
(as there is nowhere to go
and nowhere to breathe
and nowhere to thrive)
it enters me
on wings but without angels.
And Eve closes the door
without looking back
while I fill her rosy lungs with
cancers.
Oh pestilence
oh tempora
no llores.
~ voice, church organ ~
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