Little Darling wants a song
about the city on fire,
and how the pelicans brought
the seawater in their beaks
while the syrup smoke brought
the saltwater to their eyes
and their hollow feather bones
got lost along with everything else.
Little Darling wants the one
about the sad seraphim,
when the soil devoured the sky,
and he went blind trying to shine.
He'd crash into skyscrapers
while the dust moved behind, winding
its teeth into the scared little homes
which got sawed raw, along with everything else.
It makes my voice unsteady,
decorating the darkness that peers out at me
through her heavy asymmetry.
But this love is severe,
and at least I know the ways with her
(feeling the walls and counting my steps)
What is offered by the sunlight, anyway?
I can't remember.
about the city on fire,
and how the pelicans brought
the seawater in their beaks
while the syrup smoke brought
the saltwater to their eyes
and their hollow feather bones
got lost along with everything else.
Little Darling wants the one
about the sad seraphim,
when the soil devoured the sky,
and he went blind trying to shine.
He'd crash into skyscrapers
while the dust moved behind, winding
its teeth into the scared little homes
which got sawed raw, along with everything else.
It makes my voice unsteady,
decorating the darkness that peers out at me
through her heavy asymmetry.
But this love is severe,
and at least I know the ways with her
(feeling the walls and counting my steps)
What is offered by the sunlight, anyway?
I can't remember.
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