Ketch Harbour Wolves
Anachronisms
To this house of broken stoneA timeless wind has brought me home.A broken frame for shattered glassThe curtains billow in the long grass.This room is cold but you're colder stillIn that picture, face down on the window sill.All that once was closeNow seems strange.The only permanence is change.We're distant points on a broken timeline -Anachronisms out of reach with each of our times.November wind brought December snow.The creeping vines turned to woven stone.I lit a fire on the kitchen floor,Watched the world wake up through the swinging door.Had a vision of you at the end of timeBurning all the newspapers you could find.You said, this will be one dayThat history won't change.We're distant points on a broken timeline -Anachronisms out of reach with each of our times.
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