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Blue Foundation > Sweep Of Days > 11 - Sweep

The floor you walk on is smooth.
There is no ground there.
Magic begins with blood.
Outside, there are trees,
With concrete under their roots.
But I have passed the tombs of kings,
Regaled them with pacing,
checked bins for food and wrappings.
I have scoured the seas for miles,
cloaked my face with ash.
My fingertips opening, accepting my time.

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
For me, I’m your sorrow
Calling in your dreams

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
For me, I’m your shadow
Howling in the streets

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Water chimes in the space between rocks,
Speakers discharge and laughter is in the air,
Glass divides us,
empty bottles
mark the steady sweep of day
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Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
And steel myself for the familiar. Your eyes
Will not settle, a hunger. You’d be happier in your grave.
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me. I see,
I see a semi-circle of teeth.

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X

For me, I’m your sorrow
Calling in your dreams

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X

For me, I’m your shadow
Howling in the streets

For me, I’m your sorrow
Calling in your dreams

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X

For me, I’m your shadow
Howling in the streets

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