undertow from oneirism by all my nights are dreams

the dead don't walk they don't watch the clocks
stroll along at the waters edge
cut off their locks at workman's docks
anxious about next months rent
the undertow pulls you aside kisses goodnight
carry your ghosts now you are home you can open your eyes
the half-life you lived with the mortgage and kids
bones in mothers yard
what's hers and what's his what god forbids
belongings you could not discard
the undertow carries you low carries you home
amongst the ghosts some you just met some you already know
every burning bush, parted seas
magicians hat a card up your sleeve
a little push by a little breeze
a great precipice a great reprieve
the undertow all that you want all that you know
just one of the ghosts with nothing to haunt nothing to show

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