Side B

After the storm but before the next,
this night bathed in black and white
blue blood aberration stained light
stars at switchboard's call and beck.

Crystal and glass stone pulled out of the wreck
of what they saw of strangers in the night
of what wasn't felt of lover's delight,
one of us sees something that never filled the deck.

Mirrors part the crowd
enough that I can't avoid my own gaze
closed in an embrace you feel yesterday and I felt tomorrow,
curtains shape the shroud
torrents collapsed at the eye of the maze
at the end, as often as it comes, nobody is saved from sorrow.

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