White phosphorus burning through the night
Skeleton crew on a slaver, hug the equator tight
Drone fly like metal kite
Hellfire out the sky, open your book to Revelations
Anyone hatin’, this your chance to get right
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White phosphorus burning through the night
Skeleton crew on a slaver, hug the equator tight
Drone fly like metal kite
Hellfire out the sky, open your book to Revelations
Anyone hatin’, this your chance to get right
“He seems to me equal to gods that man / who opposite you / sits and listens close / to your sweet speaking
and lovely laughing — oh it / puts the heart in my chest on wings / for when I look at you, a moment, then no speaking / is left in me
no: tongue breaks, and thin / fire is racing under skin / and in eyes no sight and drumming / fills ears
and cold sweat holds me and shaking / grips me all, greener than grass / I am and dead — or almost / I seem to me.”
Sappho | Fragment 31