Truth Is a Dove

Sediment Covers up The eyes Oxygen Left the room Last night Everything Settles in The gray Washing the Colors all Away Memory Is a trick of light Nothing is Wronger than The right Scraping the Bottom of The pan This is the Measure of A man Just a coat Hanging on A wire Just a log Waiting for The fire Sunlight is Breaking through The floor I don't need Maps here a- ny-more Golden and Silent as A tooth Telling the Version of The truth Where I won Everything I lost Counting the Bubbles in The glass Watching the Heavy mo- ments pass Didn't I Build a tow- er tall? Didn't I Hear the pec- ocks call? Now it is Quiet in The chest Finally I can get Some rest Dust to Dust and then To mud Circles in Circles in The blood Open the Window let It in Let the new Accident Begin