The Standard — Even Numbers

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Take nothing less than what’s perfect
Back to the homes which are burning.
Back to make sense of a family

Without ever watching what they are doing.
Take measures to ensure censors
Laid down by the infinite borders
Can stay holding hands with their mother
Long after she has divorced the governor.
Count here and there like two-time villains
They can not take the place of our feat, oh well.

Take everything that they offered
At the end of a black and blue season
A love half as strong as your demons
In the place where you paid for what theyre stealin
Take nothing less than whats owed you
An eye for an eye
Snapshots from space
And you’re dead for their tongues
To the men are born like a natural sinner,
Bulletins and polls you no longer chase
Will flex and brace.

Imagine that the animal
Is in the paradise
With the soft, crooked seed
On the pear tree
And just outside
There might be
A new beginning
Without apple seeds

We’re like a naked plane
A satellite coming, rearing.
Watches silently
Through black holes, tin men in machines.

Inside the factory
Where even numbers and odd figures meet
Covered in dust white sheets
Like a dealer of antiquities
Who is selling a forgery
Of a southern civil war painting
That tells of history
You can’t hear but can see