You must have quite possible the most horrendous memory
you're passing through like ice on ice.
Days like boxes you fill, unlabeled and stored in an attic.
You're keeping one near, box collapsed in.
The sun light drags her nails across my room as she leave
lifting dust and leaving colors to bleed
The moon light pulls the waves along the coast to recede
turning shells and shallow trails into sheen
I'll find my way into your place,
in time, off key, clear and off beat
and hope to find you where the laws are paralyzed
from wOrm days
released May 9, 2013
recorded at Wednesday Studio in Boston by Josh Powers
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