The Invisible
Nick Powell:
Day burns down to night, Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires in a dust of bones
Night knifes My breath swallows whole my tongue
Turn back Reverse return
In the night I see the real concealed in the day's bright lie
Eyes stitched shut White teeth smile
Sleep walks and talks
And feet mark time of day
Day burns down to night, Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires in a dust of bones
Night knifes My breath swallows whole my tongue
Turn back Reverse return
In the night I see the real concealed in the day's bright lie
Eyes stitched shut White teeth smile
Sleep walks and talks
And feet mark time of day
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