Phantoms / Remnants

A glance in whispering smoke / They begin to drown

Talking in mellowing tomorrows / As your mirrors begin to swim

Streets shifting to tangle / Sulfur evacuates your lungs

Meeting at time’s zenith / It hangs round your neck

Gradients in the horizon / Only a bottle catches it

Antiseptic phantoms / And the remnants of dawn

The same way your starlet eyes no longer believe / They slip from the sky

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