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Center Of The World

At the center of the world

There is a statue of a girl.

She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry.

I went and looked her in the eyes

And she turned me into sand.

This clumsy form that I despise

It scattered easy in her hand.

And came to rest upon a beach,

With a million others there.

We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out

So that we could disappear into the endlessness of blue.

Into the horror of the truth.

You see, we are far less than we knew.

Yeah, we are far less than we knew.

But we knew what we could taste.

Girls found honey to drench our hands.

The men cut marble to mark our graves.

Said that we will need something to remind us of all the

Sweetness that has passed through us (fresh sangria and lemon tea).

The priests dressed children for a choir (white-robed small voices praise Him)

But found no joy in what was sung.

The funeral had begun.

In the middle of the day

When you drive home to your place

From that job that

Makes you sleep back

To the thoughts that keep you awake

Long after night has come to claim

Any light that still remains in the corner of the frame

That you put around her face.

Two pills just werent enough.

The alarm clock is going off but you are not waking up.

This isnt happening.

It is.

Bright Eyes

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