LATE - Trace Mountains

Digging holes in my mind

I’m watching eyes

In the cruel, sharp moonlight

Touching the bedside

I never thought it would come

But now I’ve let it in

Sight circling the moon at night

twice

Making my way towards the outside

And I hold it

Unknowing what to do to stop it

And now there’s double black circles round everything

It started just the other day

As I was walking down Broadway

To get a coffee at the deli

And make my way down to a job

At the 12th street worksite

In the stark, bright daylight

And I’m already late

The dark, long shadows come down the parkway

The river flows wide

The pople pass by