you open your eyes, and you're a red line on a blue page
or another mark on a chart of only ancient ways
and halfway between shadowed and safeguarded
it will always seem like you are falling closer to edges
 
the dreamer's morning fades
in the tantalizer's hold
where the salvaged are arrayed
to reconcile the cold
 
where distance left to roads
is all we try to find
we're surveyors of lost time
and refugees of
 
you open your eyes, and you're a sigil of memory
and a fading picture made of brilliant numbers
but if you argue that salvation can't be formed of refusal and math
you are a complicit empire of indivisible darkness
 
the alchemists take sides
in the tantalizer's weir
their terrors made of breath
are forming in the square
 
if all you stage are trials
for temporary souls
you are orphans of your laws
and refugees of
 
the only morning soars
over tantalizers' lands
we are heirs of all this air
and hold our judgment in our
 
you open your eyes, and you're a new day on a road to everywhere
and love is the sound of the steps your feet make as you start to walk towards the rest of this