Maybe I Know Nothing (8 Dec. 2007)
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I see your expression as you open the door,
A falcon with your treasure.
Your call is frightening to the untrained ear
I hope I can keep the secret.
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But something’s different this time:
I don’t think it’s just the light.
Something is carving marks
Into your granite
Little noises from the fault-line
Where now is just a plain
Soon a mountain crashing skyward
As you whisper
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And you reach out your hand
The way you always do
But there’s something new
About the way you touch my skin
Once a leopard on the prowl
Seeking flesh for her children
Now content
To lie alone in the tall grass.
*
I step inside
Like every time before
And even though a waltz is playing
We just sit down
And wait
And wait
for the blue of early morning
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And maybe I know nothing
Yes maybe I know nothing about these things.
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