murphy, peter
words are just
broken up
the singer's tones
now flowing flow
in your eyes
in your words
in your heart
a flowing flow
words are broken up
lips like wings
a troubled day
is disquiet
loctaine
the' elect
are straight above
forgiving him
th' elect
he believed
in a safety that was not there
detect alone
all straight the crowds
your words are broken up
outward flowing flow
over into ears
over into eyes
deeper into chest
detold
elect