you're standing on my heart's stage
the third audition in as many months
i'm not sure i want you there
you're pulling at my heart's chords
and making a terrible noise
my heart is ticking over
the twenty-four hours
the day has
to offer
and i'm growing old
in a dragon-footed bath
while staring dreamy-eyed
as the clouds pass above
the son is searing my skin away
leaving a hole inside
so that everyone is able to see
God's view of me
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