Burning House
Sleeping on the porchtop
While we cooked the cookbook
And banked near the future's marble digits
Strung out
While strumming false notes
There's always some emergency far off
Let's just sit
And pour into me
So i can unstress
On this overburdened safety net
Still
A wiry frame built
There was no plunging the code
Only through the registered
Prism can you enter
Maybe, maybe
There could be change
And rearrange a gross imbalance
Not in this sleepy town
Or with these unregistered, uncertified
Mockery of credentials
There's no negating the inevitable
So string through with faith
That life always finds away
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