Daniel Thomason

If only I could turn you inside out...
And see the world that lives inside you...
I bet there's children that play tag near a rainbow that falls from your heart...
And a fountain that sprays stars from its spout...
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Caught between light and never ending nights, wielding words that I don't understand,
Where cats and pens dance alone in the bend of a hand that is holding all man.
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There is a mysterious twilight that shades my spire,
So they may not see me from the corner of their eyes,
I watch them dance a slow song,
It swells round my lifeless ears perfectly,
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My perspectives lessen with the very ballrooms I've crept in,
The swaying dancers that waltz along the quilted beige silk,
In each hand is a sweat that remembers a bet,
This bet that lingers under their dancing quartet,
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A great confusion towards the bounty of love,
A million on its head or more,
What are we to do but watch and squeal,
As the bounty is completed,
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I drift along a certain valley of sin,
Internally opposing the simple desires I long for,
Yet, I feel at peace,
For I am free of a mind - mindless...
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My first wish a sail,
To drift us away,
Second no land,
So the waters we'd stay,
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In the shear meadows of a frozen wonder,
The snow tumbles along on top of the badger homes,
The sun is hidden behind a crowd of cumulus cotton balls,
And it is colder than the ice that dangles from the tree branches,
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Stitch my heart with the woes you've created,
So it may let me know you love me,
Your inability to feel in an impossible rumor,
Because your eyes say otherwise,
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Restless burdens sing in grotesque gardens,
Dead zinnias twirling in an evening wind,
The blackened buds grazed with the grim reaper's scythe,
And mortar and pestle and old dying eyes,
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The wind rolling round a bending river,
The waves tossing up the mist and down the woe,
The brush held between a sunset and an abyss of beauty,
The invertebrate hopping like young-lings of a play for ineffable purposes,
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The world blows along our mending hearts
Derided by the whispering sound
Where cradles sink bare, drowning with the used
Eclipsed with the sun by a cruel, smut heart
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Amidst the Winter's calmness
shivers the naked trees
as they are violently beaten by the chill wind
under the darkness of a humming city
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Iniquity so pure, glory by the runway,
Radiating photos, transgressive virginity,
Tautology winning, or will not be winning,
The devil in all of us, where God burns unwillingly
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This feeling is much more than a heartache,
It's much more than a burning desire to find gold,
Because that something is nearest to paradise,
Where our two hearts will forever grow old
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They called the woman a mistress,
but all she wanted was love,
The man in the suit who handled the loot,
silly soul down but the blame's on the girl.
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Many unwilling minds
Unravel under a prairie,
Reading lost words in the
Devil's rulebook.
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Credulous seclusions magnified in the womb of a daffodil,
The tip of a blade creeps in the needles of a rising lawn,
Ol' daffodil cannot flee, cannot hide nor fight,
So in the womb She tries, oh She tries to depart
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Split the tree in two,
One for you,
One for me,
Don't let the stem peal,
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I see your face among a crowd,
That swarms a beach under a flashing sky,
Your smile so taking, your eyes so agleam,
You're just a rose that sits carefree in a field of dandelions,
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