I sit and stare as the music
Tears the shingles I’ve been using
To hide my sight from the phantom of that night
Hanging beneath the tree of knowledge
I had only a second
To chance and to beckon
Your sight and your mind to my sign
Hanging in my closet four nights
But you gave
And you took
With a gaze
And a book
You prayed to me my friend
May there be
One less reason to end
On a course that is not retractable
One less reason to live
In a mind that’s inconceivable
Nothing can be said…
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