Stones

I would gather bits of stone
Nestle them
In the corners of my mouth
Suck the dirt from them
Feel the grit on my tongue
The coat a familiar
Sand between my teeth
Maybe this will get me closer
Silence turns into slumber
And the clocks have lost
Monuments and moments
Castles and crystal
Camouflage
Take it off
Make it stop
Let’s go
Something tells me
There isn’t any meaning
And the clocks have lost
Silence turns into slumber
And the clocks have lost
Monuments and moments
Castles and crystal
Camouflage
Take it off
Make it stop
Let’s go
And the clocks have lost