Rooms Of Veins

When you emerge, we wear sunsets, flagships and the ocean waves,
Breaking from these rooms of veins, we're singing in ghostly notes,
When you emerge, we like to wash these rhytons down,
Silver burns, baby lights, pregnant like the swelling shells,

When you emerge, I hold my pride in my mouth, swallowing worlds,
With my eyes in the cotton, draped in the latest sounds of the garden,
I'm forgotten when I emerge, sunk in the steps of tremulants, exposition,
I've burnt my only taste buds on the soft cloth of american flags. 

The End

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