Silver Lake

in the pink i cant remember

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fingers tinker on the boards

found objects on the floors

colors colors on your doors

in the pink i cant remember

chambers darker than one soul

running running out a door

pick me up and throw me down

the problem is my answer

prayers broken words of thoughts

the spider web whispers crawl

away i am so wounded

i create resistance by

demanding my compliance

in the pink i cant remember

all of my innocence

in the pink i cant remember

the shapes the songs the air

floating through in

Cadillacs

Yellow submarines and

Superman

in the pink i cant remember

voices ghosts and anamnesis

amongst the dying trees

of winters past

in the pink i cant remember

trepidation

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blazing to the highest heavens

but how can i measure

i’m ill equipped

i am not God

touching my way on the ground

just like one that lived before

the Psalms were written

i do not know how to swim

out of water

Mohawk street is not the same

the houses are familiar

in the vagueness of my name

teacup roses are all now full of moss

the churches are different

than when i was knee long high

i cried out as silently as i could

is the world changing

or am i