Bad thoughts are not the sky, but are
crows coming in, liking what they see
Bad thoughts are not the sky, but are
crows coming in, liking what they see

I see people reach for it to get out
of it, but in all the world
there’s nowhere else to go


“As soon as I lie down, I fall peacefully asleep, for you alone, O Lord, bring security to my dwelling” – Psalm 4:9

My stone is a clump of many
rolling loose in a line when I drag
your scandal out under the stars

The face,
the point of light,
the smoke
