dissonance and innocent surrender.

put your warmth on; this town trembles.
keep your eyes towards the sky, as you unmask god
from cold blood and broken limbs

we are a blank line stretched across the machine
illegible bloodlines predict every forecast:
a symphony of apathy and unforsaken surrender.

when our color fades,
we will dig holes for the corpse of time,
and we will earn new embers in our eyes.

broken wrists get tired rewriting the future.
our bodies plead to be creatures of habit.
we are creatures of habit.

only with careful hands
we'll turn their claws into wings and answers.
only with careful hands
we'll divide the tears
from the terrorist.

Wise beauty,
umbrellas collapsing.
In blue prints, our lines will connect
a map to find us.
Red ink smears will unfold our destination.

Cranes are creaking, steel and metal lifted
always searching for new ways to settle and fold,
unbalancing the scale, weight shifting from victim to suspect.

i can feel the gravity around us,
climbing every joint within us,
a sanctuary in our own mouths.