When I talk in circles
I know I'll find you somewhere
inside of the intertwined kite strings
I watched you fill your map with

the altitude that connected was golden
you fly with a lot of strength
you get from leaving words left unspoken
pulling at all of your wound up length

[I bet I am the perfect tool].

I can't leave the best of us
with the true of you shining broken
I knew when you wanted none of this
The crow flew and at you it flashed its short token.

it wasn't your fault, just your shadow that faltered
but nothing less then this moment
this moment right here that was shattered

pieces of pattern become fragments holed tattered

don't it.