Tasman Awakens

Richards/Augie March

Honey goes candy
In the condiment cupboard
Unwax it, unplug it away
What you discover in August night
Like children walled in and papers,
Drawn up for life
That kind of truth you can't crack with a knife

Smoke from the woodfires unholy spires
Can you surmise, from which well you have
Drawn your courage, it stings your eyes

What you saw, when she stood in the yard
When she let him undress her

What happened next you have failed to understand
What happened then when he took her by the hand
Little lights were burning bright in you
Little lights were burning bright in you

Orphan leaves of arrested trees
Divide the street from the gutter
As the sunset shudders at
The prospect of night, on the children
Malled in and mauling their
Brethen and light

That kind of truth is a needle and a knife
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife

Little lights are burning bright for you
Little lights are burning bright for you
Little lights are burning bright

They tell you what you have to do
 

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