Poppy Seed

Oblivion in a poppy seed
Neon kink in the blood-brain halo
Vivid dawn of your biopsy
Neon wing of a profane angel
Pale, you are a faithful wave forming

Last day your forehead saw
Glass fame you turn your face from
What do you call these turns of form?
Last day your forehead saw
Glass fate that follows no one order
What do you call these waves that form along, and call you on?
Last day your forehead saw
Glass fate that follows no one order
How do you cull these waves that form along, and call you on?



Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Quillin
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