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To have always been sold a vision so cold as the one born in between Oh the sieve & the skein Is it to say it's all distraction & none of it matters Once our pyres are gone & we're all scattered I've a layer of film & a coat of dust Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust These melted frames & plying games will not set a light in me So what do you see With every one an excuse for silent clatters The clouds & dark horizon lines leave the day in tatters My timely thoughts undo the knots in the hopes we used to flay Oh so what do you say Arranged in rows all paving stones hold delicate patterns Amended once or twice I don't think this one will shatter I've a layer of film & a coat of dust Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust & centered on a heart selling platelets south With lots of softer parts that fail from the mouth By the time it pines, a line so fine is drawn in mine Oh so rise & shine to know you'll find the clearest kind Half a world around, a sleeping love began aloud But dormant in a shroud, to find its source we formed a crowd From Letras Mania