BACK TO SAND

I’ve been brought into love,
The same goes for my family.
I’m starting to think the former is a lie
And the latter I am never happy to see.

This makes my door all the more inviting.
She sent me a postcard:
“Have you forgotten what lies beyond the fringe of your yard?”
Well I’ve been on a binge for so long,
I forgot I need to leave my home and travel the roads.

I’ll be a journeyman with little plan.
I’ll learn to turn glass back to sand.
The past once found in my brittle hands
Stigmata’d my palms and left tracks as I ran.

The way the trees in the graveyard are vibrant
Brings new meaning to the lifeless.
You’ve gotta come see ’em.
You have got to come meet me right here underneath them
And drink in the granite stones.
Drink in the broken bones.

I’ve been brought into love,
The same goes for my family.
I’m starting to think the former is a lie
And the latter will eventually do this to me.

But this is no way to die.
This is no way to lie ’til the sun hangs her head
And the moon is drifting off into her bed.
I’d rather be the stone than under-toe.

I’ll be a journeyman with little plan.
I’ll learn to turn glass back to sand.
The past once found in my brittle hands
Stigmata’d my palms and left tracks as I ran

To you.
All the way to your feet.
All the way to your thighs,
Your sides, the veins in your eyes
Were burning red sprites
Above the sky,
Floating there for mine.

Those of a journeyman with little plan.
I’ll learn to turn glass back to sand.

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