Two Wade Four

The silence grows at home
Watching the cards unfold
Watching the TV turn to gold

Unmade promises I've spun
Instigated by my tongue
Eyes cut loose inside
Not alive, the Anthropocene dies

I'll follow you downstream
Wade through June
At high noon
In the afternoon
Still beneath the moon

With cordial stains
Immigrate from Spain
Whittled away
In utter dismay
As night turns to day
In southeastern Maine



Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Adler
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