Leaving Cup

See what happens
When you hold her
To the light and shake her
She changes forms
And flits around the room
I do not make her

Suddenly I felt heavy
And warm all over
Like a meeting
In the sultry Summer hideaway
All covert

Like the angels holding congress
With the crows
Up on Silver Hill
Where even God don't go

Skittering 'cross the surface
Like some water on a hot range
There you were in florid glory
Telling stories
Raging

Like someone lighting up the powder
With a spark
Seems that no one knows the nature
Of the Dark
Though it's all around us

If just one instance
Up and flies
Through the walls
Into the light
The prison ain't a prison anymore
Is it?
Push or pull or tug or shove?
How to know which one to love?
The leaving or the staying cup I pour?



Credits
Writer(s): John Davey
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