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LITTLE LIGHT
Little light If you know they love you imperfectly Why do you try Water and wind are elemental (They’ll snuff you out)
Little light What do you do when they all outshine you?
Little light How are you Holding back the big dark night Fighting everything around you?
Little light You are ready for your time Of illumination And if it’s radioactive you won’t care
Little light How are you Holding back the big dark night Fighting everything around you? Little light You look for signs That say you’re wanted That you were always meant to shine
Little light, Little light Little light, Little light
Little light How are you Holding back the big dark night Fighting everything around you? Little light You look for signs That say you’re wanted That they need for you to shine
MISSION TO THE MOON
Shattered in my mouth There are splinters in these words Thorns and roots and tangles I have spoken Then spitting out my teeth Into a little silver cup I wake up cold with eyes wide open
I remember climbing trees Vanishing behind the branches Cradled in the veil of make believe Or else I was shooting fish In a shallow fish pond As they glistened in the sun
It might be wrong Or it might be childhood
Summer sheets And dampened footfalls Cotton clinging to my skin
Kite strings And paper wings Missions to the moon
But shadowed in my mouth There are pieces of this world Hidden in the words we have not chosen
TIME MACHINE
All the clocks are standing still The sky holds back the rain I want the words I never said To reach your ears...to reach your ears So I built a time machine It sets the clocks on fire But who will remember And bring us back...and bring us back
I can taste the ether in the air Close my eyes and dream without waking There's got to be a beginning and an end No carbon for decaying I can feel the earth shift beneath me As it breaks and falls into the sea I swim in bellies aching with confusion Give me peace...give me peace...give me peace
I've been gone more than I've stayed Haunting where we've been Touching and not touching To feel again...to feel again
Four walls closing in Writing words upon my skin Makes a book you say I wonder where the end begins
I will walk, dishevel all the snow Depressed by years of travel Listening to the myth of fingerprints I let it all unravel Like a deck of cards with no dealer Like a sleeper waking from the dream Hopscotch to a better boulevard Give me peace...give me peace...give me peace
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