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Been turning from you
toward karmic suicide
each face hurt
was my own
each place of dissent
a throne
bone and body
free from soul
heaven for clay's
not the heaven of home
caught like a ghost
caged like a mole
off through the desert
we wander and roam
through castles where emptiness
conquers the King
frivolous things
'til it's further away
can't quite reach the reins
or just get a grip
through the crippling
pain of this animal's days
and the habits it just won't quit.
Been turning from you
toward bitter laughter
ever after the bones
in the grave be cursed
for their shallow worth
for not knowing their worth
for not being their worth
from birth to a better end
but then again
a curse can't bless a thing
and if love's the only thing
then love's the only thing
worth wishing for
this beast at all
if it falls it falls
but by your whim
not its own
with love
it must come to know
that there's better than dirt
clearer than light
deeper than oceans
higher than height
ocean to sand
beach to the wave
forward or backward
the dance
or a grave
for the saint or
the sinner who won't be saved.
Been turning away from you
for no worldly reason
accidental seasons don't exist
only twists of fate
while the love we gave
is the water they drank.
Isn't it thirst that knows
how joy is a blessing?
That time can't stand still
when love has wound her clock?
Still..
this wasteland trek
wretched wreck of a deck
desert birth
to lunar seas
where the blind
must see
inescapably
if we are to reach
the peak:
no aimless lights
just perfect stars
no empty nights
no grieving hearts
sand become diamond
diamond to light
here on the beach
in the dead of night
where eyes that see
know as we are
we're meant to be
and that must mean
inevitably
no karmic suicide for me.
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