Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seamless, ill fated, tapestry
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Blistered fingers are tending their loom.
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She collects the strands to braid into life.
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Logging the weft of an ageless, woven, infinity.
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Countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
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A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,
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And so three witches contend to slice the very last thread
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(that you curse, curse constantly)
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But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
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A yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
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Like a thread in the wake of a blade.
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So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
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Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life
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Risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
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Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
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Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.
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She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.
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Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting
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dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking
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infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.
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And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...
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That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.
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Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?
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That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
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An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw fraught with our decay...
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Remembered forever until it goes away
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From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
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All I ever asked was for a clean break.
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In the first nervous light of the day,
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collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
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My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self conscious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
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Alter the deafening earthen tones...
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In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
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Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
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Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
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Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
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In the nervous light...
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In The Nervous Light Of Sunday
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Circle Takes The Square |