If inspired by: a ghostly death dear
Into a dropping execution of a curtain
A face against the shouting air
In the law of music
There is a decaying friend within the girth of glass
Velvet (consider dread)
Nothing more than the long run of weird wind
Its breathless hysterics an orchestra
A band of a thousand insects whose melody flies
A day, everyday (see mad) (see raving)
As ghost so free to haunt goodness
It claws, it tilts, it turns against me
Dark passes, dark passes, I unfold like ink
These are my stained hands
The dark inside of me
How my throat lifts
With lungs lifting up (see loudness)
Inspired by: a ghostly death dear
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