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He is A Million Differences A Contradicting, Slow Confusion He throws me Love, too High I jump to catch it and feel Illusion Burn
When I land he is hiding behind a grey smoke screen Dreams Living only for Fantasy He hands some to me, staring through the mist He walks in a black garden of white flowers And Dark Grass
Calls to me to show him The Colours. I cannot see if he wants to see The Colours, really…
When His Blood Rises High He is careful to touch me. He senses my movement in The Garden, now Blows me a cold Kiss. I feel Ice on my Lips.
Feel the Pain Hiss wanting more of This Angel, now an Old Man, now A Boy… I am mesmerised and hypnotised, falling down in The Garden His Smoke Dancing over Me.
He will lay down, The Grass will turn Green. Still blowing Cold Kisses Colours Coming To his Closed-Eyes Dream. When he stands The Colours drain away. Hot Blood Rushes Through My Veins…
I am terrified to let go Of Him. Lest I should stand alone in the Mist just as well. Without Him.
His Eyes see Some Thing. Clear Cut, Sharp Tears tell me so. He makes His Decision and Turns Away… Play The Game, Play The Game…
“Walk out of The Garden,” I say. And His Blood starts dripping. Insane.
I Am A Million Differences. A Contradicting, Slow Confusion. You feel the pain through My Tongue. You Lash Back and feel Illusion Burn. But then I feel Soft so I curl up. Like a Baby and I Cry. “Hold Me in My Confusion.” Now I give You Love. I give All My Love To You. Now You Give Me Yours. “Walk out of The Garden,” say You. Look At Me. I Am You. Is it Me who’s The Bitch. Witch. Slut? Angel from Heaven? I Am A Million Differences. A Contradicting, Slow Confusion. You feel the pain through my cold tongue, you lash back but then I feel soft so I curl up like a baby and cry.
Tell Me Every Thing Is One Thing And I Will Laugh At You… I Am and So Are You.
Music by Michael D. Amitin, written in Paris during the 2020 Pandemic, “Midnight in the Garden of the Senses.”
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