Sent Say Shins

Perceptual hunger
For the taste of sight
Your mumbled voice is shining
In the light
That you offer
I'm off of the feeling
The flight
Of your smoke
While it chokes
All the air from the flame of night

I have half a mind to have you
Haloed by your scent like dust
Bury anthologies of memory
The sound of loveless lust
I'm devout and I'm doused
In the floods of pastime
Your mind is a masterpiece
The weight of words you find
Ashes scattered on Lancaster lawn
I think I'm ready to try you on
(I think I'm ready, I think I'm ready)

Curled up in timing
I hope the clock forgets
How to convalesce
I get dressed to the sound
Of the cars down below
They don't know so they can't attest



Credits
Writer(s): Kate Buskirk
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