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Hold the Ghost
Everywhere I look I see a notebook
Filled to the brim with things I once wrote
Pages all down my life
The brittle cord of metal bent at the spine
Pages tangled with vines
Dyes and hues, twirl, unfurl and figure it out
What they mean, what they mean?
I do not know
I am caught beneath
I am bound to their flow
I am just their keeper, not their light
Housed them inside me, never knowing their design
Half an hour spent in fear of what’s mine
Oh I know I am buried in these lines
I will find beautiful colors for everything
Making smooth dreams of you
Formless but solid my fingertips
Hold the ghost,
I can see right through
When you speak I see the sound move
In your belly I hear the words
Bubbling sweet and sour lies, your
Half way meant blessing
The best you can do
I am just their keeper not their light
Housed them inside me, never knowing their design
Half an hour spent in fear of what’s mine
Oh I know I am buried in these lines
Everywhere I look I see a notebook
Filled to the brim with things I once wrote
Pages all down my life
The brittle cord of metal bent at the spine
Pages tangled with vines
Dyes and hues, twirl, unfurl and figure it out
What they mean, what they mean?
I do not know
I am caught beneath
I am bound to their flow
I am just their keeper, not their light
Housed them inside me, never knowing their design
Half an hour spent in fear of what’s mine
Oh I know I am buried in these lines
I will find beautiful colors for everything
Making smooth dreams of you
Formless but solid my fingertips
Hold the ghost,
I can see right through
When you speak I see the sound move
In your belly I hear the words
Bubbling sweet and sour lies, your
Half way meant blessing
The best you can do
I am just their keeper not their light
Housed them inside me, never knowing their design
Half an hour spent in fear of what’s mine
Oh I know I am buried in these lines