Satellites in Fists
Stop to question satellitesLost in vast expansions of spacePlace it in fistsFinding more than we askedFor 'misconceptions' reflectiveGlance into what we should have known "it was right there."
If you could have just flown by unnoticed, unchallengedWe would still have careless wonder left in our eyesNow we just wait to see behind yoursBehind eyes these sidewalks twist and trembleUnder the new found failuresSwirls of red and gray mixtures of the brick inlay,Tear the cloudsBring on the rainWatching faces fall everydayLetting it wash them downWe never thought too littleJust not enoughSo now back to present found at the tops of rock wallsWhere the spires climb so tallThe wheat fields growing all to much importance of fate,
Of faith bridges collapse behind usLeaving no way outStill lost in thoughtWe find none of this bothersome not troubling whatsoever
Claim what's oursThe headlights ahead are in blinking confirmationOffering reassurance we were rightTake it back downThis is me hanging from a nail,Missing the broken frameAnd burnt edgesFace cut out between two worlds,The first so obviously surrealAnd the other so lifelike yet so deadAnd trueBut which should we choose,Holding our feet,Building our cities
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