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You washed ashore to sweat soaked floors
And carved your name in their tattered beach logs
And now you’ve sucked the air from my lungs

But the waves can beat against the tide
Your call brings storms, of this I’m sure
But refuge comes in the throes of humble pastures
I’ll walk them, I’ll walk them

There’s a calming feral drive in me illustrating every new day with soft embedded grasp that leaves me
In a home so far removed from your concrete-laden night—that endless splash of light
That etches the sky where you live in such vivid traces of vacant
Now see with eyes refocused on anything other than this
Keep me slow—focused on the inside—forego the outside
I need slow
(An imploration to dance)
I feel landlocked in the best way—bereft of misstep inherent in that city by the sea

I know you, I knew you
Now the song and the air run right into a swell
And it rings out: “There’s a quiet here, I just need to close my body down—rest where old refrain meets the sound”
And hold (the place holding the notes you’ll always know) back everything
It starts with your veins, and not a vision—framed—just waiting for you
Brush aside the paints that shake you
Green hues near unspeakable are at my door
Shades of comfort fill my world

We will break in the sunrise with hands drifting in the wind
Clutching at banks and waiting to begin again
Our toes danced on the river, now I want to go back home
And through the brush I wander, but at least I’m not alone
I think I’ll break in the dawn with one voice that echoes on

Our toes danced on the river, now I want to go back home
And through the brush I wander, but at least I’m not alone

These are echoes in mind that remind one of place and time
Or delusions personified
My reservations can’t stop me now
Begin the begin

I’m alone, I’m alone again

I’ve lost my faith in this, or I’ve forgotten it

I’ve come around to drifting landlocked and clutching on to leaves as I pass by
Just for the sake of holding on
Sing out your dead ends and worship meager feats
I run from the songs and the company you keep
Sing out your dead ends and worship meager feats
I can’t live here, I can’t breathe
Left with broken feelings that bite at your knees (they bite at your knees)
I can’t live here, I can’t breathe

Life comes to a crawl when your hands lock at their hilt and your voice is still the same
And yesterday I could hardly conceive a life in my early twenties
Resting here in a draught, still clutching to the nothing that I’ve built
Inside, outside
I’m still the same as I ever was, still as young as I ever was
All of my life is held in one day
Seasons and hands with no pull close once again
I’m falling apart while standing still