Pry back the mechanisms
And You’ll hear no transmissions
Just an escape pod foraging forward
Those ghost signals are better off ignored
Just a jangling jar of crushed up bones
My memories of home
oriented my sights to where the stars do roam
board up all the windows and unhook the phone
I know we’ll make our rondavue under our headstones
Two bowls full of whipped grief,
Milked from two years of sleep,
emerged slumberly from the deep
Out the folds of lost sheep
I slipped in without a peep,
a promise I couldn’t keep
Hid in a shadow of woe
and stepped in my toes,
and said hello to a home that couldn’t be beat
I was swept away
with no plans to stay
and I was framed and saved,
in such a way that was ended so bitter sweet
But here we stand with confidently modest plans
broke from the yoke
of self-blinded eyes, and goat-furried hands
broke free from the family
that cannot see, or understand
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