It takes a lifetime
to press.
And there’s no atonement
but for the very rebellion of being
in the flesh, I’ve seen birds
hang so heavy.
You were here,
it happened.
Your curtain still ripples
in the midday light.
It takes a lifetime
to press.
And there’s no atonement
but for the very rebellion of being
in the flesh, I’ve seen birds
hang so heavy.
You were here,
it happened.
Your curtain still ripples
in the midday light.
