Stirred

In the holes beneath thought, beneath all blue
Words and grey words - just words in night - I still
Remember nineteen-ninety-six. I do

Not think it with the same shapes, and the shrill
Air is only an ash with his opaque
Words and grey words. Just words? In night I still

My sounding head for the heart's cry, to shake
Back from the beat of what, drifting over
Air, is only an ash. With his opaque

Hands held like pieces of flame, time's drover
Drenched in his own certainty, herds us all
Back from the beat. Of what drifting, over

What torn skies does this light, still stinging, fall
Cold? I dream only as I ask does he
Drenched in his own. Certainty herds us all

Towards the dim west of will so we see
In the holes beneath thought, beneath all, blue
Cold. I dream, only as I ask: does he
Remember nineteen-ninety-six? I do



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Writer(s): Bleach For The Stars
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