Acreage
Acreage
In a city of echoes
Hold me, I’m drowning
Scream my name for I can’t hear myself
And I haven’t learned how to swim.
Stranded in a cult of images
These souls never come in front
But oh they send mesmerizing memories
And projection of reflections they owe.
If this is madness, then this is serene
I fear how powerful this shall be
Somebody is playing music in the garret
It must be the old piano.
And sip with nymphs, their elemental tea…
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