Your fingers are like pills,
I become sedate with just one touch
As the shafts of light that
Shatters in our room
comes as a witness to your finest felony
stealing the precession of my moves
Which folds in on themselves
Its a crime that can only be pulled off when one operates with
crippled instinct
and
all gravity and the seasons lead back to you.
This is where the weight of that gravity
bends each note of my heart stem
I become sedate with just one touch
As the shafts of light that
Shatters in our room
comes as a witness to your finest felony
stealing the precession of my moves
Which folds in on themselves
Its a crime that can only be pulled off when one operates with
crippled instinct
and
all gravity and the seasons lead back to you.
This is where the weight of that gravity
bends each note of my heart stem
I can only hand this truth over to you
That the stars are still indifferent to us
As they wait for no one behind the lights
But their indifference is perfect
Like the last pieces of a dying artist
Who you swore you were going to meet.
Their great
Great heights
is always
The next stage
For flaming monks
In their silence
smiling
Reaching the purist form of escape
From the tyranny of flesh.
Like these stars
Some night when a rare black out falls over the city
And the glare recedes from view
I will look for you
to find my way home.
