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Fountain was grey, statue was still
water was flowing, was sweet
was translucent, was caught
by the system that was there to contain it
and you were washed by the spilling
of drops that broke free
from the constantly moving, returning, repeating

Following the ghost that was sleeping
inside you I saw you had faith
that was rising like thick mist
and here are the arms, and the hands
and the eyes that you saw
in the distance like pictures of prisons
and pictures of perfection
of the goddess you lost

Fountain was grey, like a scene
from an old dream often recurring
but never for learning
and you'd been creating a man who was golden
and thinking there was no other way
existing, except under lights that created only shadows and lies

And there in the garden
was the greenness of growing trapped
;like a scene that was never for chainging

repeat chorus

and you were the ghost

Copyright Frances Smith @2018

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from 50​/​90 2018 Demos, released July 4, 2018

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