wide-eyed luwakes to sprinklers hitting her face lying in the mud, wishing for a hint of fallen grace with a thunderous hunger in her gut she stretches out before she gets up little boy blue drinks away the hazy afternoon while wide-eyed lu sits up straight and waits for the moon the streetlights buzz for no-one but the moon, it never comes everyone is talking even when they're silent and alone the stoics all deny it but the lovers never hide their moans the sinners rush to repent for all they've done before we're all absolved by the sun somebody's child is dancing barefoot in the wet grass while nobody's child is running barefoot through the broken glass with a smile aching in her cheeks she's dancing now, far beyond your reach for she is her own guardian she knows how much it means to be free of those who close their hearts so they don't have to see and the peddlers who sell off their own beliefs and the mothers who only learned to weep and the runners who only live to seek and the smugglers preying on the weak and the hustlers selling their souls for cheap and that darkness, ever creeping only finds her while she's sleeping |