There's an alteration here
The lights soften
They reach out to touch themselves
Paper covers rock
Concepts always just collected in the spaces
That actions
and words found between warm breaths
had already etched
I thought I knew but I didn't

The sun was too bright
The air too wet
I wandered too far
And so desolation went unnoticed
Until the first dark flash
Until thunder startled frosted eyes
The path has gone and the rain is coming
I thought I knew but I didn't

Perfect apple, perfect day
Perfect fit to perfunctory palm
The shine is shared with blinded gaze
The blood doesn't rub off until the bite
I couldn't see stains in my stubborn smile
I couldn't see the trees for the wood
I couldn't see the moss for the furniture  
I thought I knew but I didn't

I was occupied
Neatly cutting up the patches
Arranging them, so they might work
Weaving a display of correctness
Shearing this covering
Trimming the edges, neatening the detail  
Rock smashes scissors
Patches don't work
I thought I knew but I didn't

The crack in the windscreen was deafening
There's rope burns in our hands
Discarded skins and shells hang between the floorboards
Breastplates can splinter
We thought we knew but we didn't