Log 155 BY GODRIC PHOTO BY TOMMY COYOTE Penciled in stars A yellow pie in the sky Three clouds and a half Promise sticked the windows. Windows big as the world Footnotes thicker than curls Lessons in lines Fertile, steep, canine. Coloring my chest Back, around then up again. Mercy! The extended version Leaking miracles Warm as love Charming it coos Alarming it tucks. So His banks are mine! Studded we stand, Heart written Chokeless Refined. Simon says glue No tone that lies Long as time’s middle name Insists, shine. Though our tears fill lakes, We should never find Tape thus to the work Magic as Bernstein’s rhymes And faint will the noise, Lo’ trickster of air, mind. Tune not its fume But instead, some..place called Mine. FOLLOW GODRIC: INSTAGRAM, PINTEREST, TUMBLR, FACEBOOK, TWITTER: @GODRINATI SOUNDCLOUD.COM/GODRINATI/TRACKS FOLLOW TOMMY COYOTE: INSTAGRAM: @TOMMYCOYOTE TWITTER: @TOMMYCOYOTE_
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