Every time I close my eyes I drift into liquid paradise
Every time I frown the luscious seem to leave town
We’ve seen love flow like a stream
So can you convey the light that beams out of one’s body
Ends up being sung in hymns?
You can’t get art from a perfect world
Nor porous idealism without reality blossoming
There’s fury and passion in the outcasts and pariahs
Every time we sliver we lose a bit more
Our blinders are like dark spots on a liver
Tumorous at its core
Shall I lick the lollipop or lick the toad?
Derange my senses and experience the genesis
and zero
The You can't get art from a perfect world line by Joanna Morris
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