The grey sifts through the light
Falling heavily into the air
Dancing streams of silver
Cloud my vision
On this dull day.
Heavy rapture
Choked breath
Undulating spirits of the dead
The lost
The closer to God I lean
The further away I feel
Second hands sound out
Like a jack hammer in my brain
Swirling time
Loosing faith,
Loosing what is fated.
The worlds music
Brings calm
Calm brings emotion
Emotion brings space
Full, packed space
Crammed right in there
Like the particles of an atom
The light sifts back through the grey now
Bring it back to me
Call me home
Call me.
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