Static Bell from Dusty Transmissions by Conroy Wolf

There’s a face on my pillow
from chopping onions in my dream again
I wanna weep like a willow
I couldn’t leap off the deep end

Stand like silos witnessing
I’m hardly a troubadour
when the world is a cage
I'm a bird in human form
Hold my feather when the flames start
growing through the corn
I’m the static bell

When I’m shaking off the summer
and the prairie bites my throat at night
you're overtaken by the comfort
The aurora might appear in your eyes

Everyone falls asleep again
Everyone falls asleep sometimes

There’s a million things to do
cover up coffee stains
I’m awake like tomorrow
is gonna be a holiday
Shadows rise and pull my sheets
my doornail death awaits

Remembering I once tried to go fishing
I was just a little kid then
a wind chime without wind
I caught me a tree limb and a couple of fingertips
and everyone still got to swim


I should take it as a blessing
when every day is anti-epic
before you fill the empty spaces
you gotta spill some puzzle pieces

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