cut, lick, tear and weave

and keep it quiet you're awake tonight
pulling the covers over your ears-
you hear, you hear, you hear us

singing through the rain
of all the mistakes you've made
how you're lost in the dark...

the dark wood of this
raining
sleepless night

no excuses
no lies
no little white alibis

you can never say goodbye.

2.

In the sweet center of this earth
lies a similar place to this-
a colorless world of glass.

Neither created nor desecrated
conceived nor reconciled-
it cannot be quantified.

lusts neither for power nor poverty
tragedy nor transcendence;
(colorless globe of glass.)

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