The Moment
Taking the long way home feels like stolen time Moments on the edge of today no one can see, no one can know This tap like a wick to fuel Like a ricochet in the dark I can feel it tunneling again Feel the wires buzz and the cymbals sizzle In all this resonance I hear bells Feel the soft touch of remembrance Feel the cool drape of disclosure against the long settled cold of nothing else The trees turn silver against the clouds Leaves waving in the wind like a funeral scent pushing the world against me Everything is coming undone in the most beautiful way All I had to do was let go
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