I see you walking by
and your song comes through
like shortwave
on a hot summer night
sweet buried signs of life
under dark static
eyes slung low
panes of dust black
beaten and eaten,
spit to earth
you crawl to hide your pain
and take the shame
no one showed you
the water that cleans
it tears away claws
this blood won’t stain
and hate can’t contain
angel-pure new
transformed you
I see the swimming ache
the dead shoes you walk in
shameless drinking oblivion
at your own wake
there’s no hiding
the dying that flows
from those soul-deep wounds
but your tune comes through it all
soft and away like a dream
dance away from those demons
your Composer doesn’t let His songs die
but…they can spin into lonely night
a bleak signal lost
or
weave into the melody
Harnessing Chaos 
ooh! wow! that\’s good!! i love it!
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