Two Strands

I'll create it again
It's two strands and a tether
To believe in a kind of sorcerous thing
So imaginary

And remain so afraid of the magic that's older
From back when our minds were still focused on light
And our backs bent daily to break up the soil
And sweat was the nutriment keeping us whole
And our bodies were given to nature in the end
Forever was shorter, forever was simple

It's not like you made it yet
It's not a race to this
It's the same wooden cross
The same crown of thorns

But she only comes one at a time
The lady of fortune is easily blinded
And her colors are faded, her senses are dulled
And smoke in her eyes shows the dying, the waning
There's no resurrecting the piteous thing
That was the beauty of human invention
We're all facing downward, we're all headed into
The lightlessness that is the end of our souls



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Writer(s): Cloud Person
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