DoorSight

Where light leaks in

Telling me to go somewhere

Then a conversation, needed or not

Love the shade hue her

Walking out toward me saying nothing but

So much, songs over songs

Everything is an on

Ghosts circling in beats new

So what do I do

More of a back forth diagonal dance

And

I’m left there, with questions and empty chairs

Answer through blinking drums

Another track, another night with pages dambreaking 

Wall split and any wolf outpacing

Still though 

Somehow

This chair is the one they’re blaming

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