BELLS

the root and its half-formed successors. read series of incandescent intrusions and hymnal first

IT'S SWEEET,I THINK,IT'S SWEET AS BELLS,SWEET
HEAVEN WHERE IT'S RINGING,IS IT
SWEET CHALK,CEILING SILH,RINGS OF FLAKES
STUCK TONGUE AMBER HEART
NURSING BRUISES PEELING PAINT
SIPPING BELLS IS SCARED OF RAPTURE
CLOVE AND COCOA KNEES IS HEAVEN
SINKING IN THE DRIFT, HEARTCLANG THROAT,
TREMBLING SO IT'S SWEET AS PRETTY NOTHINGS IS IT
WHAT YOU WANTED IS IT
HEAVEN WHERE YOU LAY YOUR HEAD IS IT
BELLS,I THINK IT'S SWEET IS IT

it's sweet i think it's heaven is it
where i lay my head's all bells i think all lined
in chalk and sweet and ringed
in flakes stuck in the drifts is it clinging
to our knees i think or on
the tongue in crystal, hearts in amber,
ambled through an empty cup
with cacophons of peeling paint i think
;
of hums under the bruises is it
deeper than you thought i think the tremble
of your lips is it our silent pretty
nothing is it what you wanted is it
heaven where you lay your is it
;
i think
; your head is made
of bells i think it's sweet
; is it

it's sweet i think it's bells it's clanging
heavens where i lay sweet chalk on head
on ceil on ringing flakes stick cling to tongue,
amber cry, nursing heart, peeling paint, sweet
slipping scared sipping raptured cocoa
cloves and knees and singing, ringing throat,
trembles so it's sweet as pretty nothing is it
what you wanted is it
heaven where you lay your head is it
bells abound and ringing is it
sweet i think it's, is it

it's sweet(ithink)it's heaven is it
where i lay my head's all bells(ithink) all lined
in chalk,it's sweet as flakes
sink in the drift is it clinging
to our knees(ithink)or on the tongue
in crystal hearts in ambeer
ambled through an upturned mug
as carillons of peeling paint
are ringing in(ithink)the rapture
ripples through the bruises
echo is it deeper
than you thought(ithink)of trembles
on your lips is it our silent
pretty nothing is it what you wanted
is it heaven where you lay
your head(ithink)is made of
bells it's sweet(ithink)
;
is it

it's sweet i think it's heaven is it
sweet as bells around the neck is it
still ringing in your ears is it
as sweet as gapped hands is it
clicks of cracking joints is it
gasping breath on steps is it
wind that slaps our cheeks is it
bruises that won't stick is it
hearts encased in amber is it
it's sweet i think it's heaven is it
trembling on our lips is it
any thing you wanted is it
heaven where you lay your head is it
is ringing in the rapture, it's is it
sweet, i think it's sweet, i think it's sweet is it

it's sweet i think it's heaven is it
where your hands are lain and wringing
clasped against our ears it's sweet
as sticky snowfall on the steps,
bells all sunken in the drifts.
;
every hour is it clamor
spirits all the hearts to amber-
striketone on the chest and bloom
in blue and even mirrored
cotton candy through your eyes
is it what you wanted?
always ringing in your ears is it
a pitch that you can even hear
it's sweet i think
is it

it's sweet i think it's heaven is it where you lay
your head is wreathed in bells
and bells
and bells is clasping
over ears and sweet as flakes
sink in the drift where your hands
are wringing bells and clinging
to our knees is it a clamor
knocking on the tile
striketones on the chest is it
a pitch that you can hear
amidst a carillon is it the bruises
blue that bloom as cotton candy in your
eyes it's sweet i think a little rapture
running deeper than you thought is it
a tremble on your lips is it
even any thing you wanted
more than sighing underfoot it's
sweet i think it's heaven
is it

AND BELLS
and bells
ALL SWING
over our ears
SING SWEET AS FLAKES
sink in the drift

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