"And Yet"
Don't know where the words will fall from,
No accounting the freckles on your shoulders,
Yet we say nothing!
Don't know what he sees in his dreams
Me sneezing naked adjacent to the music
Yet we mean nothing
He quotes platitudes of grandiose dreams
The moths still circle our artificial sun.
Yet we look nothing
Dressed in fashions septic rut
More than words can say … yeah!
Yet we still breathe
Mark &
Ammy 23/05/01