When all you hear is all you think, all that remains is to see when you are silent
Soft words to fold with my tongue burnt by sleeplessness when I lie down
Shut out paddles from the wheels to keep finding in dead lines when I do
br/>Fresh coal, your palm, nothing from me-in your world
Silver doesn't lie in amber, the black sea is crying in a wave
This light falls crookedly, the earth calls us under the earth
Sand falls and in vain I pick
Find me a place so you don't lose me and tread tightly on the green walls inside us
Open white windows with matted eyelids caught in which I bend
I have nothing to hold on to I think I'm burnt glass from the earth in the rain

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