CARBON ~ Tori Amos
Carbon-Made found her at the end of a chain,
"Time To Race" she said,
"Race The Downhill"
Behind crystalline irises,
Loons can dive,
Where the world bleeds white.
Bear Claw, Free Fall,
A Gunner's View,
Black and blue,
Shred in ribbons of lithium.
Blow by blow,
Her Mind cut in sheets,
Layers deep,
Now unraveling.
"Get Me Neil on the line No I can't hold",
"Have him read...
'Snow Glass Apples' where nothing is what it seems,
"Little Sis You Must Crack This", He says to me...
"You Must Go In Again",
Carbon Made Only Wants To Be Unmade,
Blades to ice,
It's Double Diamond time.
And Just Keep Your Eyes On Her...
Keep... Don't Look Away,
Keep Your Eyes On Her Horizon,
On Her Horizon...
On Her Horizon.
Annessa
XOXO