The time capsule we buried in the yard
Is brittle rust and swallowed by the roots
Where the past gathers, old ghosts commune
They found a life in me and divided me in two
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty
Is the moment that she turns to go
The time capsule and all its prison guards
Turned rusted earth and all its jailbirds too
And the dead letters buried there soon found a light in me
Held power over me, I found a way to get free
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty
Is the moment that she turns to go
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty
Is the moment that she turns to go
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty
Is the moment that she turns to go
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty
Is the moment that she turns to go
The quivering livid tear into deliverance
The violent, ecstatic flash into existence
Of breath and heat the moon cycling
Shadow and light the wheat
Bolted wilted winnowed to raze
The gold grats down to darkling meadow
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty
Is the moment that she turns to go
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty
Is the moment that she turns to go
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty
Is the moment that she turns to go
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty
Is the moment that she turns to go
The fallen ash made a crater in the yard
And arms of roots and your letters into leaves
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