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This body is a hole

This body is a hole

In the basement floor

Of a burnt-out prayer house

At the edge of all we know

This body is a hole

This body is a hole

This body isn't whole

I saw you

On an unmarked road

With your arms splayed out

Like you were walking a tightrope

I saw you...

Like you were nailed to your cross

Raving, mad, in the hills of the skull

I saw you on that unmarked road

In burning haze

Of brittle weeds and window panes

You couldn't hear me call your name

You were In your garden

Racked with pain

And I wept to see you suffering

But I can't ease your suffering

When you build these monuments to pain

I can't sound your savior's name

Through these monuments to pain

And I saw you on that unmarked road

Treading a path I couldn't follow

And in your hollow martyrdom

I watched you slip away

Under cover of rain

Like a call

From beneath the waves

A chain link noose

On judgement day

Another useless barrier

To your pain

A chain link noose

On judgement day