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• Artiste: Sleeping At Last
• Titre: Four
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I'm turning out the lights To remember how to see Until a renaissance takes place And resuscitates the color of paint and divinity As if God hid the building blocks Of every beautiful thing In this game of hide and seek I can't help but think that ordinary has swallowed the key Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust For a moment we get to be glorious Ice sculptures adorned in light Sand castles built tall in between the tides Maybe I'm hiding behind metaphor Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure One day I'll wear it all on my sleeve The insignificant with the sacred unique But I've fallen in love with a ghost And I lost my balance when I needed it most This blurry photograph is proof Of what I'm not sure but it feels like truth I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here It's been forever since I came up for air Flashlight in hand determined to find Authenticity only poetry could even begin to try to describe Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust For a moment we get to be glorious What if we already are Who we've been dying to become In certain light I can plainly see A reflection of magnificence Hidden in you Maybe even in me