To have always been sold a vision so cold as the one born in between
Oh the sieve and the skein
Is it to say it's all distraction and none of it matters
Once our pyres are gone and we're all scattered
I've a layer of film and a coat of dust
Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust
These melted frames and plying games will not set a light in me
So what do you see
With every one an excuse for silent clatters
The clouds and dark horizon lines leave the day in tatters
My timely thoughts undo the knots in the hopes we used to flay
Oh so what do you say
Arranged in rows all paving stones hold delicate patterns
Amended once or twice I don't think this one will shatter
I've a layer of film and a coat of dust
Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust
and centered on a heart selling platelets south
With lots of softer parts that fail from the mouth
By the time it pines, a line so fine is drawn in mine
Oh so rise and shine to know you'll find the clearest kind
Half a world around, a sleeping love began aloud
But dormant in a shroud, to find its source we formed a crowd
