The Bardo

Listen to the way that I click my teeth together
Listen to the storm pulling down the trees
Listen to the way that we found ourselves in a hole by the side of the highway
Listen to all the things that we wanted to be

Finish a sentence but can't finish a thought

Lincoln's in the bardo waiting 'round for everyone to tell their story
Filling up the silence with a bunch of words that they've remembered

What if we did not say anything at all?



Credits
Writer(s): Fil Corbitt
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