Devils We Know

Feels like nothing's real
Except for natural springing open
Recreate
Neighbors leaving, friends
When will my moment arrive, and why?
Moving through
Make me love a pencil and taking care of a tree
Might be all I need

Two fly over me
Beneath the branch of an open window
Now it too is a vacancy
When will my body arrive?
Satisfied in the light with the thought
Where I sat in the embrace of a breeze
Sweet belated dream

Feels like nothing's real
Except for natural springing open
Recreate
Neighbors leaving, friends
When will my moment arrive, and why?
Moving through
Make me love a pencil and taking care of a tree
Might be all I need



Credits
Writer(s): Katharine Mcshane
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