Daggy Man

ATLAS

Daggy Man


Brief smile under sullen eyes, 
Oh, to know, what makes us happy.
Dead weight in a broken pile,
Have the heart the hands are clasping.
Sick wound covet your admire, 
Oh, to need the want of something 
Bent breeze on exhausted fire,
Oh, to know, to know. 

Sow the rope, the rope it works 
All the hope, the hope it hurts 
Earth, the scope, the pain it’s worth 
Fight it hurts, to not is worse. 

Oh to know what makes us happy. 

Damn it all to habit, The shake of a fist 
Atlas of the attic, the weight of a kiss.
I think I’ll never let it go 

Answers tripping down the aisle, 
Haunt, the halls, for ears to meet and 
Brush cheeks of addicted smiles 
Greet the calls they aim to reach and 
Oh the youth, the youthful hurt 
Earth, the sun, the scratch of dirt 
Such, to come, the seek and learn 
Love, and run, and then return 

To never match the gravity of this. 

Someday Ima have it 
The moment to miss 
Maia making habits 
With the flick of a wrist
Everybody wants it, 
But this isn’t it. 
Someday Ima have it
The moment to miss. 

All of it and 
Everything all at once.