LYRICS

Eastern  Gray

ever since the first breath, its just an intermission
in the mezzanine, pending till death
and I guess she knew it was a one way trip
digging pockets, little coffins, a profitable abyss
with possible repercussions, and consequence unaccounted for,
under the permafrost a bounty for the forest floor,
repetition, a clever little system, a canopy of
diligence concealing all the coping mechanisms 

a treasure,   a breast,   a belly,  a nest,
  
bury the cache, oak in the grass, 
carry the burden of service to nourish the land,
a surplus of sustenance comes with a level of rubbish to balance the trash,
the perils of waste, preparing for days,
wearing the layers of skin to better the change,
to better the chance

organic camouflage captured on candid camera,
a lens of metal or mucus it doesn’t matter much,
a natural disaster is fabricated adjacent to the cicadas
concealing the little chatter box
last call coming, a giggle inside the hiss,
its a stereo sound of silence that covers the morning mist,
and the chorus of mourning thrushes that suddenly don’t persist,
all must hope for the miss
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a treasure,   a breast,   a belly,  a nest, 
  
bury the cache, oak in the grass, 
carry the burden of service to nourish the land, 
a surplus of sustenance comes with a level of rubbish to balance the trash,
the perils of waste, preparing for days,
wearing the layers of skin to better the change,
to better the chance

all good things lay to rest,
entomb the treasure till better weather recesses into the west