The curses happen vertically
They plummet or else float from below
To a present always-settling
Wet with a perpetual glow
So my hands start to shake
And the pain radiates
I press my ear to the dirt
Try to keep track of the world
And the feeling kind of stops
But it never goes away
We carry shadows within
And they're forever to stay
There are strange new shapes created
When it's late and dark and quiet enough
In a room once dimly lit by the half-light of habit
Now bright
Traces of things happening
Secrets told and lost in the light
I turn to immediate things
Your face
The colour of spring
The blood thick in my lungs
Bicycle spokes in the sun
And the feeling kind of stops
But it never goes away
It's true we carry shadows within
Forever