as if i had built babylon
i understand it all. shapes and vowels, they tell me something.
im still insane. you're insane. we're insane.
i feel empowered, like bricks and stone could build my home
and no one can ever hurt me.
naked deeds done in heavenly light
i want so much to feel for you
to see you more in your own way.
but waxing and waning
the moon is insane.
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