Lot

There is rain in my father's touch
Under the tapestries of sweat
To the flocking of steel words
I bend, and breathe his thunder

He reads from the night
Hearing its knocking in another name
And knows the measure of his mind is growing old
Still, locking that window, patching up the floor
Pleasure is re-wrought
Time can only be discussed to the dribbling of taps
Our treasures melted down to mend a pipe
Wiping dust off those shelves, his finished hands are as stones
Skimming their distant sea

We readjust
Wash our faces through the frost
Strike new bones on kindling
But the spark is not as strong
Even if he could
He would not atone
Played too long

I know that one day soon he will be gone
I know that one day soon he will be gone
I know that one day soon he will be gone



Credits
Writer(s): Bleach For The Stars
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