Microphones - I'll Not Contain You

I’LL NOT CONTAIN YOU

I won’t look for you in my room,
and then just passing by you will bring the feeling of sensationally hugging the hill.
Through lengthy talks I’ll not contain you.
Through climbing arms I’ll reach my loft.
Through rotting skin I’ll leave my coffin.
Through calloused work I will grow soft.
I’ll not contain you.
My eyes narrow towards a light,
a blurry place where we hotly radiate,
coals stoked, tall flames licking at our throats,
I’m full of warm fluid,
2 dangling bunches of grapes, one for each.

Written by:
Phillip Whitman Elverum

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