Through these blinds
And tattered sheets
I cannot see what
I cannot believe
A broken phrase
A desolate daze
Linger over the one throne.
Yet through the silence
And voices within
Eyes on a carousel
Childhood spins
A grieving wife and
A pseudo life
Let fire scald the stone.
For through these strings
And poignant tunes
Blistered at heart
The median June
A cratered mind and
A lapse in time
Dissolve the foreign tone.
But through this wall
And creaking door
An empty hospital
A strung out whore
A passing glance and
An elegant dance
Discover your buried bones.
