Texty: Scapegoat. These Cards We're Dealt. Wonderful As We Are.

parched as we are and the sand still blows the same as before same as before, the storm could even storm, bird ever sing, cat make a call that's my life, inside a broken straw then I thought I saw an angel & I swear in all her glory I thought I saw an angel wave in a break, grain against grain, everything & all that's my life, inside a broken straw in all whom I've lusted completion couldn't find a moon that always wanes as long as the sand blows the same, can we wane? weightless, stressors retreating, floating against all gravity inward onto abandon, weighting in all this gravity. Selfless beautiful angel, weighting all this gravity.