Nothing is Real

The silence is not really silence
Like a line segment is not a line
There are sounds in the deep emptiness
That only make me feel more alone

But it's all holly fields
And nothing is real
All the live-long day

She's made of stately blocks
She's gentle when she talks
This Wickersham fen-phen
And modern crystal sin
Like sirens call from rocks
Endemic building blocks
To lead the heart astray
Poseidon held at bay
By corridors of shock
Beyond the final dock

But it's all holly fields
And nothing is real
All the live-long day

The season seeps toward dormant
Like a frozen, fruited vine
There are voices in the deep emptiness
And none of them are thine

But it's all holly fields
And nothing is real
All the live-long day



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Dipietro
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