Amalgamation - State Faults

Blue burning orange

Vespertine, my eyes drown in the evening glow

Swallow shooting stars like a sacrament

And burning leaves just like some ancient prayer

From autumns swollen tapestry

A quilt so faded and torn to threads

I struck a match just to light my way

And burned my fingers instead

Now the forest is gone

The ashes fall like snow

When winter sank in the soil

The garden just wouldn’t grow

Now the forest is gone

The ashes fall like snow

We tie our tourniquets tight

Our bitter blood stops to flow

We built the funeral pyre

The ashes fall like snow

We held a seance inside ourselves