When cyclones twist and turn and scream and raze
A poured out world across an empty lot
A vacant face with empty eyes left staring
A mess of disconnected nerve endings.
And waters fill the riptide of your gut
Your son left on a wind that came from somewhere
I lost my father at a gambler's table
My insides blindly sprawled and left there turning.
A girl exploded; disappeared into the walls
Her heart then built a shiny meadow wand'ring
Below the floorboards there she kept in hiding
The bodies of memories still and dying.
"I did not ask for this," I hear her say
the chaos creeping in between the slats.
We gaze and gaze upon the land worked out
A careful, unseen hand through out.
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