Eli Carvajal - Elide

You
You couldn't take the mask from me
Written like a Goosebumps scene
This is no easy read
I
The iron in my heart will pull
My dials, my north needles
Down to the south
I'm lifting up the paving stones
Looking for a feeling home
Nothing to see
You
Miss Metropolis for sure
Corner of a grounded floor
Won't you bury me high
You
You're going with the goats instead
100 times around my head
What you mixtaping me for
And I think I knew it all along
Captive to a double tongue
And a poet's eye
For fitting disparate ideas
Closer than they might appear
And the verb is elide

Written by:
Eli Carvajal

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