It is asking the last drop in the sink
Where it thinks it should be drawn to
A gift to it is knowing
It will one day be whole again
Without thinking, heme seeks life through the energy of blanket air
Without thinking, we give farewell
Last thoughts in our misted halls of mind
I couldn't bear to view the color of blood spilled on stone
In the moonlight, all of it appears dappled black and white
All the good that you swear
It is asking love in the drops on the car
Asking for them to clean ever-dirtying metal
Asking for them to wash sins, wash lacquer from immutability itself
And it will never end.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
It is asking the last drop in the sink
Where it thinks it should be drawn to
A gift to it is knowing
It will one day be whole again
Without thinking, heme seeks life through the energy of blanket air
Without thinking, we give farewell
Last thoughts in our misted halls of mind
I couldn't bear to view the color of blood spilled on stone
In the moonlight, all of it appears dappled black and white
All the good that you swear
It is asking love in the drops on the car
Asking for them to clean ever-dirtying metal
Asking for them to wash sins, wash lacquer from immutability itself
And it will never end.
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