Our Current Seas, in Seven Psalms

Let go, honey, let go,

  I've been down here before,

  and I'm coming back.

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We stood our doubts

  like toy soldiers,

  our grieves the toy pistols,

  with toy bullets:  safe

  in their inadequacies.

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Look what I've done

  with your paper:

  spilt my ink all up

  in you.

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Watching you lounge

  in my smoke and mirrors,

  I already act like

  you are here.

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Thick like cement,

  I inhale the bricks

  of your building.

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Flash of leg glares,

  I tell you I touch your knee – 

  but you know where I mean.

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I grabbed my horn

  at your name.

  I've got my hand on

  your keys, in your bell,

rhymes with

your name.

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