Days on end

Every moment in one bound in fate

Every thought a grip on your string, but

No act of conjuring

Will make you appear again

I quake in your absence

Drop my obligations and

Pick up the last of your Afghan seeds

Goldenrod wreaths and wildcat shrieks

We lock our knees and faint in the heat

Recoil in the wake, and feign a stable footing

To sink down into your car flip schemes

With Pennyrile skies

And final goodbyes

I'll shut my eyes and break with the line

Death, I've found your sting

It flows through us all

Replacing everything

Lie in place

Call my name

I'd be first in line just to see your face

Pace through a memory

Latching onto everything

I know that keeps it flooding back

Alopecia thin and

Punchline grins

I'll sink back in this sermon skin

I sink back in

Death, I've found your sting

It flows through us all

Replacing everything

Lie in place

Call my name

I'd be first in line just to see your face

Days on end

Every moment in one bound in fate

Every thought a grip on your string, but

No act of conjuring

Will make you appear again