a faithless echo from the rib set in my father's side
hungry yet uncertain, a clueless infant mouth to feedi travel, foggy shape through empty blocks of big city nothing
there are places here your family warned you about
worse yet the things they never thought of
but you can escape them as a ghost
here i am no threat, i have no gun to fire
i'm not worth the pull of your arrow in bow
watch my dirty hands reach for what they don't get
lighting fires in the street to remember paths before
sorry about the mess, it's a problem and i know this but
i've been up all night, working hard on ways to love you
searching for the trick that makes an old house feel like home.
-blh/2008
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