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Days and Nights
Days are twisting
They move fast like trains
They double over and change like Silly-Putty
They mix colors and skies
Days stare over my shoulder like I’m a stranger
They don’t know my name.
Days go fast and far lately
Rocket pace, too fast for smoke
Dizzying the speed of light.
So many nights were cloudy,
I closed my eyes in the back of the car
Didn’t open my eyes to see a single star.
Days are tangled
Days are crying
Like a sparrow on a zipline.
Days are flying
They don’t know my name
They don’t know my name.
Sometimes I find shelter
When I wake up in a summer thunderstorm
Thunder crushing the sky like a spray-paint can
Raindrop patters on lightning
Raindrop murals on shutters and gutters
Black and glittering spider world
When I am protected here
Night lights hold me
Fear unfolds me
I am home here
Night knows my name
Night knows my name.
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I don't know what this is about, I guess. Maybe my heart is saying that its true colors only come out when I am freaking out about a scary summer thunderstorm, late at night, huddled in my bedhead. Last night I woke up to a cool storm with multi-colored raindrops, and that's where I got the idea.