It's frustrating
When the sun keeps its shining sky dark
And its path runs down the sea
Lit up waves and shining clouds and its dark sky
And I don't know how to mention it
It's fairly frustrating because I don't know
How to tell you about the thing
And how to give you silence
I keep going to a different thing
To try to tell you without,
Because I'm trying to give you silence
I'll make the forest go on forever
And draw all the wind from remote heights of the sky
To fill its sun hiding branches
A howling forest with more branches
Than there have been words spoken
I'll rest you to sleep on that silent forest floor
I'm not trying to give you silence
It's fairly frustrating
Because when the bridge is broken
And the sky is dark and shining
And the sea has a lit up path to the sun
And the water is the color of a cube
Of violin rosin glinting in the dark
I don't know how to tell you
About the wind scene
I don't want to tell you
About the wind scene
It's fairly frustrating because I still
You already know
About the wind scene
But I don't know about you.
I want to tell you
That the words are rockets to heaven
Every one is them is a rocket to heaven
I don't want to tell you that.
I want to tell you that
If a train passes by an island with a house and one girl and five windows and a piano
You must remember me when you play I don't want to tell you that.
I don't want to tell you.
It's fairly frustrating because
I don't know.
The sun is keeping the sky dark and shining
And the bridge is broken
And the waves are lit up and colored like
A Russian egg jewel.
I want to let you know that
It's okay for me to take my time
Sunlight streams through a window that is a circle crossed with two panes. House is white and the lawn of full of horses.
I ran away from what I originally wanted to tell you.
Syrup Village
Kaya's window
How to make fireworks
How to make little rockets.
How to remember a sticker scent.
How to hide behind a tree.
Grand night-dimmed water tower rockets that explode into freezing skies
Little rockets that I can't remember what they do
How to sing a golden field song.
Where the sky is also golden.
How to not run away from certain words that wait for you on dashboards against blue skies, thirty year blue skies.
How to redeem a memory of a hand stretched out against a curtain.
How to see the silent dark shining sky
And tell you about the wind scene.
I want to tell you that.
How to make a flame freeze
Like a blue glass drop.
Walking through your blue flame garden.
And the flute notes blaze low.
Green leaves, grey wings.
Grey wings, white wings outside the window.
Grey wings, green evening leaves.
Dark shining sky.
I think it must have been something like that
That I want to tell you
That matted green cliffs
In hundred year fog
The Angelus bell
Swells and shakes rifles
Rainy lion tear the banner
Tiger teeth glint, let them
Screens swimming with ghost cats, let it
They are rockets to heaven
Starry blue banner blows in the star gust
Tianshan toy on the floor
It is a rocket to heaven
Sent up by
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