Telepathy - Swans

And we steal our experience from an object that suffers

But the brightest pain leaves a shadow on no one

I saw you through the window masturbating to the violence

And the blood and the bodies floated through the blue sun.

And the green earth turns to flesh in your hand

And the ether was born in the lungs of an ancient man

We hallucinated at night.

Our mind’s in the light

But I can’t feel the body of the image which is now penetrating

my sight

But you’re beautiful.

And you’re real

Are you beautiful?

Are you real?

And my body begins where your memory ends

You were melted from stone.

I was touched by your hands

I can feel it when pleasure moves up your spine

I can tell we’re alive because your blood just blended with

mine

And the angels of heaven never sacrificed a sensation as pure

as the cut of this knife

And the wisdom contained in the telepathy of fear

Solidified our suffering into the droning sound I still hear

But you’re beautiful.

And you’re real

Are you beautiful?

Are you real?