wide skies although i'm
always followed by doubt
i walk through beautiful fields
of late night and early morning dew
where have I been?
waiting slowing
widows hearing
gentle tongues of extremity
all around me
extremity and deceit
I will explain blue eyes as mighty
shocks through fields of men
gathering, gathering around me
oh they're gathering around me
why is everything blurry?
these days the light is liquid
and murky
I drink the scene
but I don't really see
see for me - yeah
my near dead messiah
pace with me across
white slimy grimy tiles
ethereal, near dead
my near dead messiah
