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Seasons (Our Work Will Never Be Done)

Summer's good-byes in the haze
mirrored orange lazy days
touching fingers to your gaze
counting ways to save these days

our work is waiting
for you and me
when will it be
done

Spring is bleeding Mercury
in fusion colors I lose me
tones agreed from scent to sea
this music-tinted memory

our work is waiting
for you and me
when will it be
done

(escapist fantasy)

Winter is a dream, it lies
tightly cold, black starry sighs
thinking of your crystal eyes
nights of ice, frozen thighs

(strange work)

soon, the leaves of Autumn spurned
erased these pages barely learned
calendars to test our turn
fading pages, fingers burned

our work is waiting
for you and me
when will it be
done

and each new year will start to breathe,
decay and rot take hold
and each new year the Earth will heave
and decompose the old

our work is waiting
for you and me
when will it be
done

thorny blanket, we must go
blanket pale, forgotten snow
covered silence, we've got to go
plunder, planet's ghost in snow

time will dig up these bodies
buried years under this snow
bodies we buried, planet of snow
sorrow now, we must go -

do our work.

mirrored orange hazy days
always try to save these days
mirrored orange lazy days
oh for ways to save these days
mirrored orange hazy days
are there ways to save these days
mirrored orange lazy days
always try to save these days

mirrored orange hazy days
mirrored orange lazy days
mirrored orange hazy days

9/10/22

Obstructed View: The Pause

Demo - 2022 09 15

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