Light shadowbind me and across we find
The lines, which etched and offered take their flight
Across your back they reach unto your mind
So dear, we see we’re sunk in our new plight
Oh bind me to those words that you hold dear
So dear, you’ve taken them for your new prayer
Scrawled and woven, submerged as in a tear
The ink is permanent, on that I swear.
I shake the rust and in these mounds I make
Deep red, a path through which I cannot see
We have no guide to lead us from this quake
Of pigment rouge and titian, we must flee
Let make, flip our new fortunes to a path
A path so new that I can light the way
And run from the cascading colors’ wrath
So we might find a new grey for this day.
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