Redemption of Reckoner

I guess all of us are disavowing the pleasures

As you can see the floating paper-made lightning bugs

 

Sit there and relax before the sun rises

The radio is on your head to see the lilywhite session isn’t blooming

 

Don’t swallow if it’s too hard to let go

Another angel in the urban globe

 

Embrace your arm, go back and make sure the feet aren’t wet and slippery

Again, disavowing

The same, repudiating

Reflection of disowning

 

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