Crying - Well And Spring
Legend has it if you drink from the well
you will return, but
it's hard to tell
she had found herself drinking from it twice --
one time at noon
the rest at night
Enter the spring your soul remains
bubbling and stuck in-between
to interrupt a clotting wound,
and cut to a fever dream
part of me wanted to spit
so I'd become a part of it
and this time, I wouldn't long
the spring would pine for me instead
When we built, a map upon the bed
the x of cups had nodded to
a door I've since been looking for again
Museum, the bending path,
every e-mail, every text --
places to go to catch her breath
and relive the evidence
Close every one, lest you should spend
your whole life searching for them,
so, said the angel to the child
who, divided, broke the knife
you will return, but
it's hard to tell
she had found herself drinking from it twice --
one time at noon
the rest at night
Enter the spring your soul remains
bubbling and stuck in-between
to interrupt a clotting wound,
and cut to a fever dream
part of me wanted to spit
so I'd become a part of it
and this time, I wouldn't long
the spring would pine for me instead
When we built, a map upon the bed
the x of cups had nodded to
a door I've since been looking for again
Museum, the bending path,
every e-mail, every text --
places to go to catch her breath
and relive the evidence
Close every one, lest you should spend
your whole life searching for them,
so, said the angel to the child
who, divided, broke the knife
Legend has it if you drink from the well
you will return, but
it's hard to tell
she had found herself drinking from it twice --
one time at noon
the rest at night
Enter the spring your soul remains
bubbling and stuck in-between
to interrupt a clotting wound,
and cut to a fever dream
part of me wanted to spit
so I'd become a part of it
and this time, I wouldn't long
the spring would pine for me instead
When we built, a map upon the bed
the x of cups had nodded to
a door I've since been looking for again
Museum, the bending path,
every e-mail, every text --
places to go to catch her breath
and relive the evidence
Close every one, lest you should spend
your whole life searching for them,
so, said the angel to the child
who, divided, broke the knife
you will return, but
it's hard to tell
she had found herself drinking from it twice --
one time at noon
the rest at night
Enter the spring your soul remains
bubbling and stuck in-between
to interrupt a clotting wound,
and cut to a fever dream
part of me wanted to spit
so I'd become a part of it
and this time, I wouldn't long
the spring would pine for me instead
When we built, a map upon the bed
the x of cups had nodded to
a door I've since been looking for again
Museum, the bending path,
every e-mail, every text --
places to go to catch her breath
and relive the evidence
Close every one, lest you should spend
your whole life searching for them,
so, said the angel to the child
who, divided, broke the knife
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