Sigyn 

i see stories in the stars while making mixtapes for my man

With perfect technicolor poise

Finger-to-temple (TAP, TAP)

My Neo-Loki turned to say,

I live in my own world; I drew a map on the back of a beer coaster but lost it in a dive in Talin, so it is easy to lose my way

At dawn, the only stirring sounds are of the air: planes depart, crows caw for breakfast, the last leaves rustle in the breeze 

i unintentionally blow a smoke ring and think of Generation Zero 

Tulips sleep in the snowy ground and continue to grow after they’ve been picked always arching towards the sun 

This is enough to end the rampage 

Death becomes Life

And i return to collect the serpent’s venom 

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