01-19-2013, 08:05 AM
Rev. 1:
Dawnwards from the Takla Makan,
I abuse an Uyghur desert to
metaphorize death to
make it glitter and shine
more finely with me,
longing for another
fix of oytocin,
while I linger as dull
as before and my
shivers ebb down,
when I am bathing my blood
in golden brown liquids
to numb
the waste of whys.
Original:
Sundawnwards from the Taklamakan,
abusing an Uyghur desert
to metaphorize death
in order to make the exit
more glittery and shiny and
fine -with- me, I
long for my oxytocin fix
to linger some senseless time more,
(me being) a shiver ebbing down
my blood bathing in golden brown,
a waste wasted on whys.
Dawnwards from the Takla Makan,
I abuse an Uyghur desert to
metaphorize death to
make it glitter and shine
more finely with me,
longing for another
fix of oytocin,
while I linger as dull
as before and my
shivers ebb down,
when I am bathing my blood
in golden brown liquids
to numb
the waste of whys.
Original:
Sundawnwards from the Taklamakan,
abusing an Uyghur desert
to metaphorize death
in order to make the exit
more glittery and shiny and
fine -with- me, I
long for my oxytocin fix
to linger some senseless time more,
(me being) a shiver ebbing down
my blood bathing in golden brown,
a waste wasted on whys.