Unison - Pinegrove

I was warned about you

But then, I was worn

Through

Then

But then I let the sound in

Of torches along the path’s edge

Rustling in my eyes & ears

Our eyes & ears

Hours would pass & nothing…

All contorted in row

These antlers don’t

Cut

Through

Nor do they tessellate with

Anything along where we’re walking

Cutting out

& in

& out & out & in

Again

Hours would pass & nothing…

I know you

You know our bodies move in unison

The answer’s within that

I could be burning houses but I’m not

I knew you

I thought our bodies moved in unison

Lucile, I rescind that

I could be burning houses but I’m not

I’m not

I’m not

I’m not

I’m not