The ice of never never land creates a wall to keep the foreigners out
From heaven
A cave for a snow man
Two coal eyes and a frostbitten smile
And just as one would think he melts God melts in my hands
The mirage of salvation shimmers on the edge of my sanity
And am I speaking with angels or demons
Or snowmen?
The air freight flew out of sight then reappeared
As children are reared to believe that the earth is round
I am sorry flat bread to feed pigeons
Who can say they worship the solar globe
When all that glitters is gold I am worshiped so I am told
Me me me
The source of pleasure and comradery
The simplest things in life are never free
And I kick the guts out of the snowman and bury myself inside
Likening to the lint in the corners of God’s wily black eyes.
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