Club Night — Cough

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From every blast that faded
They were screaming out nice try
Their gold rings are the opera of staying
A new century old

Does this body have a purpose
Awoken from a trembling dream
We hiss and lift and moan
I found a soft light on a brittle cheek
The one you’ve kissed a thousand times before
But all I hear is the soft hiss of permanence wishing you well

We worked so hard to fill up the day
Having a crisis of vision
We tape a sign over the mirror
The great cell a grand prismatic wash
A comforting persistent cough

Show someone you care
There is so much we don’t know

We reason and make sense of what we do
Nothing ever speaks and nothing entered
This is what the seraph sang of our demise

I know your secret
You rub the the sting of the gravel road from your eyes
Your neighbor’s bat crashing against a small life
On the front lawn could you know any less
Well it shows