The Grasses That Part (2005)

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carving stones rest lonely in the valley,

tuberous grasses growing abundant

slide in a remark about how I’ve been walking away

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a feeling, felt so often, felt yet again

burning a hole in my soul and my world

comfort is far from this dangerous dark alleyway

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a pressure, a point, a time in which we’ll unite

yet singing softly won’t bring me there

the yakking old parrot won’t even speak to me tonight

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barricading myself into the chamber of music

I breathe at last, I breathe, I win

An organ proudly displaying of sin and shimmering with soft candlelight

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Copyright L.M. 2005.  (Written October 31st, 2005.).

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