SPEAKING UNOBSERVANTLY


I'll climb into the honesty
I'll walk above the wall
To find a place inide of me
That won't exist at all

I'll swim beneath my own morality
I'll stop and think before I
Take the plunge to a deeper world
Rise above the sand and fire

The scratches on my glasses show
The fact that I don't wear
Is that why the sun blinds
Why my sight starts to tear
Open and out and around my head
Until the swaying of sweet murmurs
Fall onto my bed
And keep me from sleep once again

The waters of ice age beat at the window
I am making a home, I am calling it well
With the time honoured staircase to exclusion
Falls at my request, and the watchers stand still
To gaze over my wasting and tempering
And see the ageing of time losing time
While I try
I cry, I cry to the night

As you, world of wisdom and collector of faith
Arrange your puzzle which everyone will chase
Claiming precedence on all belief of your place
You represent your own god and create 
Imaginary belongings of your shared concoction

Still none of this appeals to me
And none of you accepted me
No part of this world I am trailing behind
Will ever be called home while I am alive
Will never be captured
Sinned against
Drawn to the pain or drawn with the blood
Which is pale and lost from the evenings
Pale and drawn from your seedlings


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