glory

i see his eyes moving away from me

oh no

is this another albatross?

he knows he holds dominion over me

but what i gain is worth the cost

we share the cold embrace of cousins

i wonder if i've seen him somewhere else before

and as i wonder at his ancestry

i miss the meeting by the door

and in the telling of the story

i lose my way inside a prepositional phrase

i read his lips and i see glory

but what i hear is 'be afraid'

so from the fog of every morning

until the heat of day is still

i watch the clock as it turns backwards

i see the water run uphill

and in the telling of the story

i lose my way inside a prepositional phrase

i read his lips and i see glory

but what i hear is 'be afraid'

and in the telling of the story

i lose my way inside a prepositional phrase

i read his lips and i see glory

but what i hear is 'be afraid'