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I fell from Heaven
Head heavy with this message
The flesh is your reference
for knowing the soul

When I was the leaven
The yeast they steep the bread in
what I said I meant as the sediment
In bowls of swollen dough

Don't I know
Old as you are all you ever do is wander
You'll come around someday soon you'll see

Apoptosis
You're always ending
Life in the body is an intention
All that you know in the instance
is lost in the waves of existence

A laceration sufficiently deep
my body still wears a scar in the knee
So when you live off every scrap of your self
take solace in knowing as somebody else
though time will tear our bodies off
the you that I knew will not be forgot
No the you that I knew will never be lost

Apoptosis
You're always ending
Life in the body is an intention
All that you love in the instance
is lost in the waves of existence

You are a current
You are a tide
and of the contents
the tenuousness of life
All that you wait on
All that you long for
when you attain it
you will be no more