Hands pushing up and around Plans falling over and down Still standing, but on what ground Just short of safe and sound This hallway will never end Will I ever see you again On the outside, looking in Far from the means and the ends Spaces most liminal, cruel, and unkind Framing you out of your right frame of mind Counting the hours in rings like the trees Your time and my time are not the same thing Keep hiding in the canopy Peering out between the leaves Can't help asking, can't help wondering What will be the last thing you see Still something, intertwined in the days Bleeds through the sky like wet paint I'll follow, I'll give up on restraint Stop giving this so much weight Spaces most liminal, cruel, and unkind Framing you out of your right frame of mind Counting the minutes like rings like the trees Your time and my time are not the same thing Spaces most liminal, cruel, and unkind Framing you out of your right frame of mind Counting the seconds like rings like the trees Your time and my time are not the same thing Candles burn fastest when the lights are all on Watching souls in the mirror with a fire on the lawn Hoping this will all be over, hoping you would be gone When I wake at three AM to sweat and shattering bone The cosmos splitting at the seams My youth was nothing like it seemed Ask questions chasing after screams Find the answer but not what it means