god dust

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god i miss you.

when you birthed me, did you know it would be so?

did you know i’d tick the days as a prisoner

-chalk dust covered fingers-

reliving my crime at the turn of every corner, 

without hope for redemption?

At The Door

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You’re going to guide you to truth

Step now into the absolute 
With open eyes 
Fling far your wishbone
For what virtue
Demands you
Walk blind in the grey

Stutter-step and stiff-arm
Nay-say all you need
Wrestle with doubt and despair 
But befriend and deal kindly with time
There’s a lifespan to learn
And eternity to spend

Bound

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Cottontail Cottontail 
Just where are you off to
I’m the leader of the pack of one
Who will track you

Darting from the underbrush 
What did you have to fear
Stroked my curiosity 
To learn what your ears hear

Now the journey’s on my sweet
Give chase to my sinew 
Your re-fu-sal for fits and starts
Sets my re-solve anew

Froth

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Were my hands not
Coated in blue and rubber
Covered in the grime and froth of you
I’d slip beyond 
My aching heart muscle
My pulsating hope muscle
Press pause
Scream your name
Liar
Stranger
Then skip to the next song

Upper Flat

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She sat on high
Thick legged
In simple summer frill
And damned right she didn’t care
Since he was cozied close 

Parisian-like despite their li’l bungalow 
Quite pleased, most pleased 
With the noisy air 
The abundant lack
And the red lipstick