Port of Call
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We do not decorate
We like an empty space
We like to fill an empty space
The moon plays peek-a-boo
She is up to no good
Unsheathed from clouds of buried blues
Wilderness shall be our port of call
Leave us to our vagaries and trials
Each day new for living after all
Sometimes it feels as though
The night's inside of us
We must expel the dark at once
But then it's only dark we trust
The covers corkscrew on our unmade bed
Like a helix of disorder and neglect
What could ever symbolize us less?
Our eyes are heavy things
And sleep creeps selfishly
We can't forgive its nightly greed
There's no significance
In the absence of desire
Each sun another quest for fire
Wilderness shall be our port of call
Lands born on the page and of the brush
One life in love is not enough