This Is Your Pilot Speaking
Under the lamp light
I found the crying mouth
Though everywhere I walk
I run into flowers
My hands guided
By your brimming eyes
My inward pilot
My harried captain
Is a ghost
Of what machinery there was
But I 'll do it anyway
I'll lie down on the graves with you
Keep grasping at the grasping
Loving in the darkness
Drawing wings
On cave walls
Under the lamp light
I found the crying mouth
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2014
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