Inside
One of the folding venesian blinds are drawn
Blessed sin is it to fall between the cracks between the folds of whats happening
Within the cracks and folds of our earth I rest in ferns but few are here
Are the trees compared to the iron and concrete
Still I am drawn to it with a burning heat
Amber sunset rips long slices through the blinds
Reflecting rainbows from the atoms of my mixed cocktail
My mind still becomes locked
Surrendered so much to my suffering
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