One strand
Of red beside the stripe in your right eye
I brush away
One hand
Grasping for the air between itself
And vertebrae
It echoes like a wave
Becomes "Exhibit A"
I can almost feel them in my reach
Like the night that once remanded me
To the arms in which we dared to sleep
Like figurines
Stone by stone
Where there was never one before
Now piling
And am I the statue or the bird
I guess I'm now uncovering
I'll find out which is me
Present Exhibit B
Like the life of which I dared to dream
In the nights I tried and failed to sleep
And the man I finally failed to be
Were all figurines
Cable knit
Rocks and rye
Clarity to hell within my bloodshot eyes
Waning moon
Distant eyes
Single sky
Never where I've been, but where I'll be
Like a virus in the blood I bleed
It never all came down to you and me
We were figurines