Non-substance.

Recently wrote a very nice and strange song with my friends. It gave me inspiration for this poem.

White walls open purple doors of rain
They shade the shadows of our non-substance
Shaken from electric trees we sway to music unheard in cast-off skies
And the re verb of the sounds slowly begin to rise.
We dream of teeth and elbow soup in hopes of repair
They pull the shaded lids from our eyes and force us to stare.
Uninvited pay phone calls surgically remove our brains
But the skin stays in tact with loose lit fingers that trace my swollen gaze.
We poke holes in the walls with flames that draw bored ink inside my eyes so that I may look past the fear of the unknown.
But stars fade from above our heads and we're taken back to without change.
And nobody knows what has happened here.

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[Cassiopia Summers]

This is great!! Haha, it creates such a comical image. Great write, haha, I can tell you a secret. Your writing on booksie is what inspired me to join here because I wanted to look at your work here and decided I might as well add mine in the process. (: Thanks.