Rift

in the dead of night
i drift like wind chimes
tired eyes through telephone wires
dreaming alive
lucid in the lie
pacing on pavement over and over and
over lines
i'm burning up in the alley in my
pocket of light

moonlit clouds
but the face is hidden
in every death i've died
i have also risen
heaven has gates and it's still a prison
i want to separate
refracted through a thousand
a thousand prisms
rift



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Kota
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