Secrets like feathers inside your skin<\/p>\n
Transformed into my own clothes<\/p>\n
And here I proclaim Paradise is Hell, hot sublimity, Coming after me way before I reach the exit.<\/p>\n
We beat our drums as if they were the head of the Ghost, We went inside the nonexistent body of the Ghost,<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t you feel it too?,<\/p>\n
We stroll along a dream of scorched earth, We walk like an extravagant duck,<\/p>\n
The flawless bird we will eventually be.<\/p>\n
They say it is too easy to shoot a bird in a cage,<\/p>\n
They say some desperate animals just forgot how to fly,<\/p>\n
Thus our reason escapes slowly<\/p>\n
And our feet run in circles after that lost possibility: We are now the nonexistent feet of the Ghost.<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s burn the wooden figurine we used to be,<\/p>\n
We are no longer one forgotten saint placed in the Ghost<\/p>\n
House,<\/p>\n
A dark liar that exceeded the limits of our prayers<\/p>\n
And considered our involvement as somewhat trivial.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t a windmill, nor a millstone, nor a modern grist- mill:<\/p>\n
We woke up inside the Mills family, A family name just like any other<\/p>\n
Except we were the phantom limbs of this Ghost, I mean, of this Name.<\/p>\n
We are the Spanish-speaking spooks,<\/p>\n
We are trying to learn the language of our own family While some foreigners say our mother tongue will always be a translation.<\/p>\n
Sometimes your name won\u2019t rhyme with your face<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So please don\u2019t rail against reality<\/p>\n
And accept your ancestors had sex wearing carnival masks,<\/p>\n
\u2018Cause that\u2019s how it rolls when Chaos is your only God And transgression is the secret encrypted in your genes. A flock of endless shadows go with the flow,<\/p>\n
Comings and goings not fully understood in the Tropics, Ancient, buried, forgotten names are pulling the strings And sometimes you feel like a jack-in-the-box<\/p>\n
They once dared to call Death.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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