The Hole We Are In

A fire grew
In the snow
In the cold
In the yard
Will this be ever ever named in an appendix?
Took some time to figure out
To figure out what it would mean
That maybe I was blinded by a sheen
Smelled like me
Smelled like you
Smelled like the things that we’ve been into
To dare a leap
Off to sweep
To get rid a square of disbelief
To have tried
To have lied
To have slipped and get back on your feet
We have it all
Down in your hole
Dancing with the shadows of the dead
Flames go high out of sight
Beyond contrite, take a bite
And I am wrapped in a peculiar scent of cumin
Took some time to figure out
To figure out what it would mean
Smells like me
Smells like you
Smells like the things that we’ve been into
Dare a leap
Off to sweep
We are dancing with the shadows of the dead
A fire grew in the snow
In the cold in the yard
Will this be ever named in your appendix?
Took some time to figure out
To figure out what it would mean
That maybe I was blinded by a sheen
The hole you’re in
A whole year in
and I keep receiving invitations
Dare a leap
Off to sweep
We are dancing with the shadows