eyes that rush in and open
like they’ve just missed most of it
wake to a beep
that makes me want to break some things
a focus to tie my shoes
and then again to make my body move
lift my head like it weighs more than my neck is used to.
remember the red,
it came before the black was even blue
fueling a progression
that doesnt even really need me to.
just learn to catch it
like glass learned to catch all the light
and then cut it up
so each color is recognized
sometimes we all think
we’re sixes and sevens
but a decent face
wont get us into heaven
and we dont even know
if they’d let us in
but we wouldn’t go
unless they paid us for it
sorcery underground 