A perfect mind
A different kind
Taken up
Or left behind
The angel and her skin
A map of the stars
In the pores of a seraph
A little contact makes me teary
Under contract hybrid theory
Blue gene samples
Connect the code
Spiralled ladder
A la mode
Sixteenth century hues
Upon transluminal hegemony
Earth and star and distant rest
If love could land beneath my chest
If home was granted
Could I resist?
To miss the girl I've never kissed
Mornings grey and evenings black
John took his brother upon his back
So says Jack
Oh, Mother
Omega
She wept
Splicing light to life
With wanton need
We'd rather drown, and bleed
From star to soil
Such a long way down
My Love
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