Horses
Ghostin’ seaweed horses
Bringing me the juice
I’d rather deal without it
Than be thinking about you oh
Deep under the ocean
there’s a place that I call home
Lizards breeding wizardry
temples out of stone oh
Tones, echo in the bone
Honing my alone
Honing my alone
Getting deeper in the flow
Getting deeper, owe debts to the sleep
Bleating out the no
Is-es breeding ventures
Centred in the cores
Oh oh oh
Set up for reaping
All of what I sow
Goaded by a loaded mode
Creeping to a slow
Blue when tired
Red when blue
Orange, here’s to you
Mired, deeper in the flow
Lurk in an oubliette
The leaves of green are wet
Letting go now
Believing all I met, ah
The purple dragon’s toe is
lifting off the snow it’s
In the room with the mirrors,
A wilderness I know
Seaweed horses
Culling the weak thoughts
Blitzing from the deep
Swift on the peak, rot
Spots pouring out
Of my liver
Pools in a river
Spooling onto slivers