The open sky numbered celestial bells
I don't understand the language so I shot myself in the foot
A confused Isiaha said to me you say you can't see me
Lamenting for a loved one during a sleep ritual I drank sandwich juice
The childhood lava lamps and galloping horses were not about language
At the Colorado animal collective album a bassy church gathering came through the bathroom window.
This poem is a compilation of our classes thoughts and ideas whilst listening to "The Nothing Song" by Sigur Ros. The language in the song is Hopelandic; a made up language of gibberish. I collected the thoughts of everyone, chose a select few thoughts, phrases and ideas and put them together to make this Dream Poem.
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