organizing things
organizing things
putting it all in it's place
now shift it all left
Home
the edges are numb
the edges are numb
and shivering to the core
set all on fire
in the small hours
in the small hours
to search for the wee free men
but should be sleeping
the sun is setting
the sun is setting
sucking the daylight with it
monsters in shadow
the world is broken
the world is broken
my being is going numb
it's thirty seven
laughter fills the air
laughter fills the air
strangers deform into friends
calm settles my soul
to take a moment
to take a moment
give thanks to our mother earth
and breathe life deeply
crispness of the day
crispness of the day
with the aroma of loss
dappling sunlight
here and then they're not
here and then they're not
hold tight to their memory
death walks among us
public discussion
public discussion
the Mallet will be in play
sometimes there are rules