at the center of the world there is a statue of a girl.
she is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry.
i went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand.
this clumsy form that i despise scattered easy in her hand.
and it came to rest upon a beach, with a million others there.
we sat and waited for the sea to stretch out
so that we could disappear into the endlessness of blue,
into the horror of the truth.
you see we are far less than we knew.
yeah, we are far less than we knew
but we knew what we could taste.
girls found honey to drench our hands.
men cut marble to mark our graves.
said that we will need something to remind us of all the sweetness that has passed through us
the priests dressed children for choir but found no joy in what was sung.
the funeral had begun
in the middle of the day when you drive home to your place from that job that makes you sleep back to the thoughts that keep you awake
long after night has come to claim any light
that still remains in the corner of the frame that you put around her face.
two pills just weren't enough.
the alarm clock is going off but you are not waking up.
this isn't happening happening happening happening happening.
it is.
but we knew what we could taste.
girls found honey to drench our hands.
men cut marble to mark our graves.
said that we will need something to remind us of all the sweetness that has passed through us
the priests dressed children for choir but found no joy in what was sung.
the funeral had begun
in the middle of the day when you drive home to your place from that job that makes you sleep back to the thoughts that keep you awake
long after night has come to claim any light
that still remains in the corner of the frame that you put around her face.
two pills just weren't enough.
the alarm clock is going off but you are not waking up.
this isn't happening happening happening happening happening.
it is.