Baraway

Dreams cower to no one they fight harder than time, waking to blood in your eyes hearing a voice that makes you hazy. Trying a different way without even being able to see in any direction, with each doorstep you try to wipe what's coming from your eyes the darkness makes it hard to see the color. Then the voice you notice fades in and out as you wait for it to leave one at one point you never wanted to leave. Sometimes you catch yourself wandering to close to what you hear so you yourself no you have been pulled in so many ways so many directions your walking upside down. What's in your eyes makes form of beautiful and terrible things yet amazed in your beat in mind you find the art as you are upside down. So wavering as your beautiful morning you continue with what's dripping from your eyes and the voice that runs so deep you continue to walk to baraway.

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