A Hole in the World - Thursday

In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts

And the exit sign offers no light to see by Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark?

I can’t see without you

When the world comes crashing down

Part with it Start again

When the world comes crashing down

These notes will fold themselves

Standing at the margin’s edge to see where the daybreak ends

You can find compassion here

But the page turns too fast

We fell in this hole that opened up Giving up on hope

Living without love

And we still type black lines

When the world comes crashing down

These notes will fold themselves

Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative

Like phosphors in the darkroom ignite

Like dodging faces in the corner of the print

Frame by frame this hole is opening and we fall in There is no such thing as whole

There is a hole in the world