Variants

A different cover
A different truth
Sitting by the news man
A sinking ship
A raft of rotting corpses
Variants 
Cape flying into the night
Dark stories
Make dark heros

Decendents
Unravel capes
Reveal the face
God loves scars
God loves ugly
Everyone is a messager
Question?
Answer
Then question again

Messy Mammals
Divine scent
Blood runs
Seams bind
Fabric pulls
Constricting
Only you know what fits

Stuck again
To do
What?
To say
What?
To be
Trying
(But we know what Yoda would say to that)

Correct intention
Just so many tensions
Deconstructing
Blocks
In the bin
Out of the bin
Clean up, clean up
Everybody do your share

Girls with complicated eyes
 threads attached
To things
To other strings
Strings that sing
Go down like ropes 
Into the darkness 
That sees light

Inspired by this beautiful grey day. Silas's smile. The watchmen comic book and atmosphere's beats. To the voices that sing in the dark. 
















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