Mosquito bites on the back of my neck
Moist residue from coke bottles
Dripping and rolling through
The Valleys of my fingers
Open wounds scabbing over
A metal point scratching through vinyl
And producing a collection of noise
Arranged to produce feeling
This is where I belong
On brisk summer nights
A fire burning at my side
See the truth in the shine
Bare feet against the floor
Eyes glance upwards to the sky
Breathe in deep the night
Breathe in deep the night
Walking through the grass
A coating of dew beneath my feet
Toes dig deep into the dirt
A silent march underground
A Polaroid snapshot
Yellowed by time
Freezing a moment
Never to be reached again
This is where I belong
On brisk summer nights
When all things had meaning
When every all hopes were close
Pages turn from a book
Blown open by the wind
A mess of thoughts flies by
As softly toss back my head
I stare through the mesh barrier
Stare through at the woods
Through the branches of the darkened trees
At a fracture of the world
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