Frighten me with oil lamps and crystal choices
Speak in solid voice of contempt and equality
Be done with dreams and impossible law of nature
Whether through the centuries or by the book
Saving tinfoil and memories as if they’re worth a thing
Worth the leather they’re stamped on
Listen while I speak another name and look away
Back to the stone tower built of images and chance
While the candle burns, I hide my face
And still pick sunflowers in the rain
As you splash the canvas with connotations
I’ll fracture glass with quill in hand
Scratching the world into view, dueling images
Desperately seeking the sun, standing in the wind
And fighting to find stars in the shadows