the escarpment
the escarpment
i lived on the east coast, and it seemed like the sun always said goodbye
'i've got other things to see and do, so i'll get back up with you later'
i lived on the west coast, and it seemed like the sun always said farewell
'it was nice meeting you... we should keep in touch'
and at some 5 am the foamy ghosts of choice congeal into the present
forming a hotel room or your house or somewhere quiet
and in the woods there is no god
and nothing is naked
and it's been some time since i looked out at the night and found words
hundreds of miles from the coast
the seafloor drops off to incredible depths
and the life that we know and recognize gets extinguished
and our sand takes ten of god's lifetimes to become stone
and heaven decides
that everything is ok
i lived on the east coast, and it seemed like the sun always said goodbye
'i've got other things to see and do, so i'll get back up with you later'
i lived on the west coast, and it seemed like the sun always said farewell
'it was nice meeting you... we should keep in touch'
and at some 5 am the foamy ghosts of choice congeal into the present
forming a hotel room or your house or somewhere quiet
and in the woods there is no god
and nothing is naked
and it's been some time since i looked out at the night and found words
hundreds of miles from the coast
the seafloor drops off to incredible depths
and the life that we know and recognize gets extinguished
and our sand takes ten of god's lifetimes to become stone
and heaven decides
that everything is ok