Dark-Light Position
I
Tend to say
Desaturation
Is my
One enhancement
You
You've got your kicks
You've got your tricks
And they hang all around
This apartment
I have not been very all right
I've just stared for 5 days at a void white
Why do they tell me every night
There's a new explanation of every kind
We
Both seem to live
In our abstractions
In our distractions
Don't we
And I
I must admit
It's so much nicer now
I just hope that there
Will be more times
Won't you remove my wrapping with a steel knife
Stretch me nicely into a Bеrmuda kite
Why do they tell mе every night
To watch the autumn leaves fall
Adjust the scale to my height
I
Would like to think
That I could blink
And you would still
Be holding your smile
I
I hope
That these
Are things
That I am allowed
To feel this often
I've been courting a thing in mind
While a dark familiar faded behind me
Why do they tell me every night
To move my dark position towards the light