Self-awareness echo

Self-awareness echo

I’m wringing my own arm

The tumbling alphabet 

Spear-headed words can harm

Regretting the railroad

The escalating swear

Sincerely a sorry

In hopes of a repair

Beliefs were not the law

Beliefs were not the law

So luggage of losses

Were packed and mad martyrs 

Travelled on their crosses

And crutches were padded

Walking in ruts and mud

Church is not where they’re from

Steeples raised where they trud

Falling into shadows

Falling into shadows

The underside of limbs

The lines of the mouth that 

Smile when it truly grims 

Into a deeper blue 

Falling off the glimmers

Not seeing the stars

Just darkness that dimmers 

Just past the autumn trees

Just past the autumn trees

Further than I can see

Is it Winter or Spring 

Is it one year or three

Forecasted rain failed and

Now useless umbrellas 

Are buds and not black blooms

Unsung acapellas

In these graphite smudged days

In these graphite smudged days

Still seeking clarity

On the surface no hints

No gifts of charity

Deeper in the dots where

They seem unrelated 

Theories are appearing

Answers are equated

The cornfields are ready

The cornfields are ready

The trees have just begun

Autumn clouds, we all know

Just like the slanted sun

That song reminds me of

An out of fashion day

I left behind because

I sought a better way

All of this must be hard

All of this must be hard

To get here on a bus

Wait in your Sunday best

And not make any fuss

Have medical exams

Find another bus seat

Wait alone for results

With a lonely heartbeat