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My Own Private Right.

 if i could i would show you everything that breathes between the

spaces.

time isn't linear, neither are the graces of your face.

what do we move,

like water or like air?

if i could i would tell you that i see you move like fire.

flicker.

taste of some sort of strange old liqeour.

it's my secret that i read you

between the pulses.

a man told the story of his father the drunk.

also a father, also a monster.

what a pretty monster in my head.

what a life - it is - to leave behind the traces

of these stories we tell with our faces

inbetween the spaces

the mightiest of races

starts with your birth

and ends with your death

the first which starts with what you can't even remember

the last which ends in what you can't even define

and i get to see what happens

inbetween

the spaces

spaces

dark matter

and sparkling stuff

faces

fire lit eyes

the sparks that fly

when you make a sound

the things you really mean

before

and inbetween

everything you say

the things which make meaning

out of everything you do

which becomes the Story of you.

if I could i would show you

how you light like a flame

and melt as soft as a candle

covered in snow, you know.

a quiet explosion.

a bossa nova

supernova

happens

behind my eyes

inside my mind

when ever i look at you

and really

think

what i think

and know

what i know,                                                                                             

I would say so,

I would tell you so,

it's my own private rite too,

you know.