Rain (Setting Out in the Leaf Boat) – The Innocence Mission
There are times I want to tell you what you want.
That life’s the knot that keeps the boat upon the shore.
And who am I to deny you?
We share a tender untruth.
There are times I want to tell you what I want.
Perhaps a life untied resides in minds and sighs
of others? Helpless answer.
A tear a cry for candor.
Given that we’re given such a slender light
and sing at fifty plus two million microhertz.
We could reduce our fractions
and try to gain some traction.
A lonesome and a foreign form of friction
with a cadence that spans and pans for miles.
Denial that is dutifully
overclocking futilely.
And in the end if you intend to put this off,
the concept that the shapes of vessel’s wakes
are wings of doves.
Echoed loves.
Your suffering, this reckoning approaches.
Folks we know get shuffled off in coffers.
Your point of view
will shatter you.
Seasinks
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