Harpischord Spider

Cloud nine, cloud time
Slow marching parade of white water boulders
Asking to be spared and begging to be smoldered

Insomniac nightmares of feet falling asleep
I'm drowning in a car filled with frigid black sheep
The wind blows its way down an upward spiral
And plucks the thin limbs of the harpsichord spider

Oceans of velvet and harmonized breathing
Coffee foam memories and satellites churning
Warm fire ghost-storms and all that's inside me
Pours like a raincloud and blows away sighing

Skin is my turtleshell, soft and adored
I'm half made of monsoons and half candle-warmth



Credits
Writer(s): Nelson Nelson
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