MATTER

Strange Kind of peace
I confessed some kind of abstract trouble
In a warm sweet fog I saw a pair of feet
You can help me sleep like when I was child
Dark waters start to ebb from me
Objects that have been dug up
Yet unchanged from the depths
From pool of dare, to pool of dare
No dancing stars, unstable crystal
Now from pool of light to pool of light
When heart is the one carving the mind
Well, heart is harder than mind
Silver-ink my neck, irony-proof my skin
To mitigate the crush
I have a tendency to ossify my room
”The Nest”, only for solitary bees
Sadness is always curious for an evil master
Yet mine remains a stranger to evil matter
Whoever you are you are right