as the daylight blooms and the light assumes those quizzical shapes left to displace the shadows as they're gripping the drapes in a hollow hand with its every texture just a hologram just as cold as a slaloms sand I realize that the stars are grand as the light etches in reflections of a larger plan and i display the doubts of a startled man while they try to glow like embers that usually my heart would fan but today just played a song it wasn't long and it was of soft demand claiming i was only wrong because i stood where the accosted stand and still i felt alone and felt my tomb stretched all across the land I turned my ears against the music in high hopes that i could change deciet into some other form of bread while still I fed upon the strangest meat the blood of which ran to the ground and somehow had stained my feet never seeing the stain only came when I claimed defeat and still the music played but now the refrain was strangely sweet so I enjoyed the untuned chords and danced to it's gangly beat and as I was searching for the words that when heard would claim my songs complete I realized the tuneage is my life and the lyrics are the words I speak
