It's epoxy it holds me together the molecules whining in the bad weather
The tether between here and there the decisions to spare leave a canvas bare
We stare into time it asks us where we've been. I've been busy look at my hands
Their holy. The wrinkles and the bumps the scrapes and the lust
I wonder I wander I creep up nudged being bothered being a brother
Heads held high by my thighs thick with my hands held holding onto sides
Wishing the wash was quicker to get out dust much too whisper
Too much to much trust in the object put faith in the process
It's all honest lines become matter shattered dreams scattered seams
long lived overdue knuckles draped subdued till the children run the news
Run it for the duration of time point a point b a line in my mind
Mine it's all mine it's succumbs to the shine I lose it all through the time.
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