Twelve Tribes - Dragonflies

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My dreams are food for dragonflies I feed on their memories
I was afraid to eat them for myself --God knows me?
I blew it
Are you okay with the pain?
I see the swelling in your smile is dry
I’ve said to you:
«I'd do anything to cut into your heart again»
But, no love doesn’t satisfy
I can taste that wetting need
Such passionless devouring
Damp through every one of your teeth
Back until it hits your spine
And down the old chord where it spills in your stomach
(yes, we sift and sieve)
To collect dream after dream
After dream after dream
As I’ll dig into space
Over impressions and anticipating
I will meet you again
I will find you in my dreams