In retreat to the soil & cleansed of pests
It clashed with the oil & rhymed with the rest
It mended the faults & mended the holes
It rallied the cult & invented its role
It's haunting me in the way things do when they are gone
It's killing me in a way I can't do on my own
I left the pistol on the sink
Though I have not seen you for an age
I spilled my only vial of ink
& it spread like blood across the page
Tie the loop in your Apollo's knot
& turn your face away from me
I pine for what I haven't got
& wither here in fealty
It's haunting me in the way things do when they are gone
It's killing me in a way I can't do on my own
One sees it in half-light, a vision on waking
One seeing it as upright but always rotating
It's haunting me in the way things do when they are gone
It's killing me in a way I can't do on my own
It's haunting me in the way things do when they are gone
It's killing me in a way I can't do on my own

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