tesselate

tessellated beyond count
and scattershot across the

sky a blizzard of faces
broadcast and reassembled

in states of conditional
existence the virtual

images in our mirror
reversed and reconstructed

upside down on the back walls
of our eyeballs interlaced

with lies beating on windows
i’ll huff i’ll puff and all the

objects in your mirror may
be closer than they appear

Tesselate
Alt-J
Tesselate

Bite chunks out of me
You’re a shark and I’m swimming
My heart still thumps as I bleed
And all your friends come sniffing

Triangles are my favorite shape
Three points where two lines meet
Toe to toe, back to back, let’s go, my love; it’s very late
‘Til morning comes, let’s tessellate

Go alone my flower
And keep my whole lovely you
Wild green stones alone my lover
And keep us on my heart

Three guns and one goes off
One’s empty, one’s not quick enough
One burn, one red, one grin
Search the graves while the camera spins

Chunks of you will sink down to seals
Blubber rich in mourning, they’ll nosh you up
Yes, they’ll nosh the love away but it’s fair to say
You will still haunt me

Triangles are my favorite shape
Three points where two lines meet
Toe to toe, back to back, let’s go my love; it’s very late
'Til morning comes, let’s tessellate