I see the frantic city people whirling by,
like little lightning blurs.
In assent and out of it,
they spit and argue,
turning and until the lights flash red.
The jugglers and fire-eaters,
lions and acrobats,
step side-to-side in perfect motion,
and the world turns around them.
The lights twist and splutter,
winding down the weakest rows.
They blink out of sight.
The concrete falls flat,
but the act goes on.
I feel the wind through my fingers,
and at the top of this high rise,
I'm looking in, looking out.
Kindlyn in majesty, and summer in Bloom.
They talk of space as if it were something to be explored.
It’s already here. Been here the whole time.
There’s a thirty thousand kilometer gap between the world and my reflection through the window.
My house is a home, and these four walls are my grace.
Here I can breathe.
Here I can call a truce and wait for something to arrive.
I know, a dazzling world will surely come to me.
The world will surely come for me.
Don’t look.
Don’t look out on the void.
What you’d see is nothing less than terror given form.
Nothing more than lights burning in the dark.
Your blood is warm, but your skin sustains you.
Your blood flows, but your skin is what saves you.
Your skin is a home, and a home is better than nothing.
credits
released November 25, 2015
Vocals: Heather Bechtler and Jordan Thompson
Words: Luke Jeffrey
Music: Hayden Davenport and Jordan Thompson
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