gri_2003_m_46_b01_f02_004
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Transcribers
- 65314796 - gailkoelker
- WINNER - 65315676 - kanjoku
- 65323448 - not-logged-in-747d13474905bd567012
- 65364571 - SparklesD
- 65374179 - csleahey
- 65374280 - Sean_Walters89
65314796 - gailkoelker
THE DAYHow am I to see you in the echoing stampedes
Of loneliness that bruise the afternoons
I cannot forget your body but I cannot touch
It now as our hesitations combine
Into a gigantic wedge
Snow on the separating distances is repealed
By Wednesday's and Friday's sun but oh
The panic of those Sundays when desire will erupt
Despite the bells and visits and I suddenly fall
Into the nothing where you were
THE NIGHT
Tonight I am without you and I must torture sleep
I have eaten the moon and am afraid of the dark
The hyacinth I grew for you wilts for lack of you
Dreams can't leave the filing cabinet tonight and stars
Are dead as mythology
Though nebulae hang like semen and comets never
stop I want neither to sleep and dream about you nor
Stay awake and think about you only want your body
Rose-open beside me as the night spirals away
Till morning comes with roses
The still-life on the table
holds skull and book
but the lamp is hidden by an owl's wing
there is only you
Your mouth soft as a bruise that nest of flesh
and the soft star
which gives and needs no light
there is nothing else
WINNER - 65315676 - kanjoku
THE DAYHow am I to see you in the echoing stampedes
Of loneliness that bruise the afternoons
I cannot forget your body but I cannot touch
It now as our hesitations combine
Into a gigantic wedge
Snow on the separating distances is repealed
By Wednesday's and Friday's sun but oh
The panic of those Sundays when desire will erupt
Despite the bells and visits and I suddenly fall
Into the nothing where you were
THE NIGHT
Tonight I am without you and I must torture sleep
I have eaten the moon and am afraid of the dark
The hyacinth I grew for you wilts for lack of you
Dreams can't leave the filing cabinet tonight and stars
Are dead as mythology
Though nebulae hang like semen and comets never
stop I want neither to sleep and dream about you nor
Stay awake and think about you only want you body
Rose-open beside me as the night spirals away
Till morning comes with roses
The still-life on the table
holds skull and book
but the lamp is hidden by an owl's wing
there is only you
Your mouth soft as a bruise that nest of flesh
and the soft star
which gives and needs no light
there is nothing else
65323448 - not-logged-in-747d13474905bd567012
THE DAYHow am I to see you in the echoeing stampede
Of loneliness that bruise the afternoons
I cannot forget your body but I cannot touch
It now as our hesitations combine
Into a gigantic wedge
Snow on the separating distances is repealed
By Wednesday's and Friday's sun but oh
The panic of those Sundays when desire will erupt
Despite the bells and visits and I suddenly fall
Into the nothing where you were
THE NIGHT
Tonight I am without you and I must torture sleep
I have eaten the moon and am afraid of the dark
The hyacinth I grew for you wilts for lack of you
Dreams can't leave the filing cabinet tonight and stars
Are dead as mythology
Though nebulae hang like semen and comets never
stop I want neither to sleep and dream about you nor
Stay awake and think about you only want your body
Rose-open beside me as the night spirals away
Till morning comes with roses
The still-life on the table
holds skull and book
but the lamp is hidden by an owl's wing
there is only you
Your mouth soft as a bruise that nest of flesh
and the soft star
which gives and needs no light
there is nothing else
65364571 - SparklesD
THE DAYHow am I to see you in the echoing stampedes
Of loneliness that bruise the afternoons
I cannot forget your body but I cannot touch
It now as our hesitations combine
Into a gigantic wedge
Snow on the separating distances is repealed
By Wednesday's and Friday's sun but oh
The panic of those Sundays when desire will erupt
Despite the hells and visits and I suddenly fall
Into the nothing where you were
THE NIGHT
Tonight I am without you and I must torture sleep
I have eaten the moon and am afraid of the dark
The hyacinth I grew for you wilts for lack of you
Dreams can't leave the filing cabinet tonight and stars
Are dead as mythology
Though nebulae hang like semen and comets never stop I want neither to sleep and dream about you nor stay awake and think about you only want you body
Rose-open beside me as the night spirals away
Till morning comes with roses
The still-life on the table
holds skull and book
but the lamp is hidden by an owl's wing
there is only you
Your mouth soft as a bruise that nest of flesh
and the soft star
which gives and needs no light
there is nothing else
65374179 - csleahey
THE DAYHow am I to see you in the echoing stampedes
Of loneliness that bruise the afternoons
I cannot forget your body but I cannot tough
It now as our hesitations combine
Into a gigantic wedge
Snow on the separating distances is repealed
By Wednesday's and Fridays sun but oh
The panic of those Sundays when desire will erupt
Despite the bells and visits and I suddenly fall
Into the nothing where you were
THE NIGHT
Tonight I am without you and I must torture sleep
I have eaton the moon and am afraid of the dark
The hyacinth I grew for you wilts for lack of you,
Dreams can't leave the filing cabinet tonight and stars
Are dead as mythology
Though nebulae hang like semen and comets never
stop I want neither to sleep and dream about you nor
Rose-open beside me as the night spirals away
Till morning comes with roses
The still-life on the table
holds skull and book
but the lamp is hidden by an owl's wing
there is only you
Your mouth soft as a bruise that nest of flesh and the soft start
which gives and needs no light
there is nothing else
65374280 - Sean_Walters89
THE DAYHow am i to see you in the echoing stampedes
Of loneliness that bruise the afternoons
I cannot forget your body but i cannot touch
It now as our hesitations combine
Into a gigantic wedge
Snow on the separating distances is repealed
By Wednesday's and Friday's sun but oh
The panic of those Sundays when desire will erupt Despite the bells and visits and I suddenly fall Into the nothing where you were
THE NIGHT
Tonight I am without you and i must torture sleep I have eaten the moon and am afraid of the dark The hyacinth I grew for you wilts for lack of you Dreams can't leave the filing cabinet tonight and stars Are dead as mythology
Though nebulae hang like semen and comets never stop I want neither to sleep and dream about you nor stay awake and think about you only want you body
Rose-open beside me as the night spirals away
Till morning comes with roses
The still-life on the table
holds skull and book
but the lamp is bidden by an owl's wing
there is only you
your mouth soft as a bruise that nest of flesh
and the soft star
which gives and needs no light
there is nothing else