You wrote me when you made him
And rung me when he died
Readied words that lack sense
A brief briefing and a silence
Then your throat awoke
And I mostly held a useless tongue as you spoke
In concentric circles
And swung your head dry
Through the bad reception
And I cried when you cried
When I found you, the shock had spread
Like an ash to field with floodlights dead
When you're willing, I'll be a battery pack
And a mirror that can throw the beam back
As a light reminder
Though the dark is long
You're among the living
And you must go on
We are made to be known, but given shields
To parry that which can destroy calm
A dark and almost fun dance of ink on flags
On fields we all slip by, roaming quiet to quiet
I don't understand what death is anymore than you do
But I've felt it, so I feel you
You, in all concentric ways, will hopefully see
This soon as one worry down
As one quiet down
credits
from Completions,
released October 9, 2015
Shawn Alpay - cello, vocals
Mark Clifford - drums, vibes
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