Silts built on cymbals 

That’s the secrecy of the moment

Stilts built on cymbals

 

They tried to hide it

The pain that dwells beneath the chest

The chest of all we know 

But there is a heart attack

 

I’m not sure which now to believe when all I’ve known is black

 

Depravation like a bounced check

Feeding the smog that lay within our hearts

 

Stilts built on cymbals

And that sound is mighty loud

Simple in the way that it’s drawn itself

I feel that school-yard-gnaw

My periscope is down

I watch, prospectively

Trying to build a new tomorrow in the foggy nothing

 

Stilts built on cymbals

I say prayers for the sick

And nothings for the lost

There is a basket built, universally

We should pull

Remove the good and use it as medicine

Creating, beyond the breach

The basking in tomorrow

 

Feel bright

Feel big

Feel.