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Are you the prayer whispered In the shade of the olive tree? Do you dream only in The black shades of death? Voices heard in a hospital Product placement and Ecstatic angelic vision Look at it, it's beautiful What's it made of? Look at it, it's beautiful But what's it made of? Ad copy in an otherwise forgotten dream "When was the last time you collapsed with sacrificial Purpose before the salivating angel confessor Ovulating sickly through your memories?" A frail voice which Once every fеw lifetimes, as if In mourning, leans softly in Thе direction of home I see nothing but crimson Turning blue with you Your beautiful hands Move like two meteors Combing through sand On a public beach Your beautiful hands Move like two snakes Through the tall grass If I close my eyes I can hear the small voice Caught in the throat of the wind If I close my eyes I can return again and again Like fruit rotting Fifteen years in the past Look at it, it's beautiful But we don't know What it's made of