[Cocoon]
This cocoon
Caught in Vesuviu's shadow
Only the ashes remain
And I waited there for you
Why couldn't you?
Here we lie
Waiting for something to startle
To shake us from gravity's pull
And so the sleeping hours are through
What can we do?
The sorry conclusion
The low dirty war
It happened before you came to
But this is solution
And this is amends
The joke always tends to come true
And there on your windowshell
Over the unmoving platoon
Written in paperback
The view to the quarterback's room
Under waning moon
This quiet serves only to hide you
Provide you
What I knew...
What I knew...
It'd come back to you
Take this poem
Follow the lines here are written
Tracing the whens and the shades
And feel your fingers falling slack
And all folding back
The tainted election
The hole in the sky
Command what is tried
What is true
Without solution
With feet on the ground
It won't make a sound
Till you're through
So loosen your shoulderblades
This is your hour to make due
Because there on the timberline
Deep cold November shines through
Soft and absolute
This quiet serves only to hide you
Provide in you
What I knew...
What I knew...
It'd come back to you
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