The Hole We Are In

A fire grew

In the snow

In the cold

In the yard

Will this be ever ever named in an appendix?

Took some time to figure out

To figure out what it would mean

That maybe I was blinded by a sheen

Smelled like me

Smelled like you

Smelled like the things that we've been into

To dare a leap

Off to sweep

To get rid a square of disbelief

To have tried

To have lied

To have slipped and get back on your feet

We have it all

Down in your hole

Dancing with the shadows of the dead

Flames go high out of sight

Beyond contrite, take a bite

And I am wrapped in a peculiar scent of cumin

Took some time to figure out

To figure out what it would mean

Smells like me

Smells like you

Smells like the things that we've been into

Dare a leap

Off to sweep

We are dancing with the shadows of the dead

A fire grew

In the snow

In the cold

In the yard

Will this be ever named in your appendix?

Took some time to figure out

To figure out what it would mean

That maybe I was blinded by a sheen

The hole you're in

A whole year in

and I keep receiving invitations

Dare a leap

Off to sweep

We are dancing with the shadows