Granite fields, I’ve painted granite fields with pollyanna brush
White bronze, etching on white bronze, a body around soul
Like a lost bird searching for a bigger worm than the one in my mouth
I’m writing this from the parking lot, avoiding my empty home
With a heavier weight than the pillars beside me;
alone, with a heavier weight than the pillars
I want to be alone in the world
not a fly on the wall, just nothing at all
Alright sun, alright graves, and gravediggers.
Rose bearers who must bind each other’s wounds,
the golden thread that keeps us whole
We are the bodies around souls,
and the cities around those
O’, come angel band
reluctant prayers, hand in hand in hand in hand
O’, take me away from dreams of your death
I’ll call no immortal home
O’, come angel band
reluctant prayers, hand in hand in hand in hand
O’, take me away from dreams of your death
where you are not alone
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