The World Creaks with Sadness

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lyrics

The world creaks with sadness The world creaks with sadness
Like an old, lonely house
Left on a side road outside of
The town that is going ghost,
Dust blowing through the chambers,
Whispering an echoed song
Of something meaningful, sweet,
But fallen to disrepair.

It heaves with the wind,
Sighs in the shadows,
And the ghosts take up their residence
With their memories,
With their awakenings and wanderings,
Their sleeps and silver songs:
It fills with it, with them,
Fills up with fire and frolicking,
Fills with the dances of dark and moon dust,
With the lilt of the lilies and lilacs,
Given with grave laughter,
With the skip of the sky,
Gazed at with eyes of eternity—

Fills with freckled frowns,
And porcelain platitudes,
And with the trying of a child
To draw out from the dredges
Of a heat-hardened man in shadows
A quart or so of lifeblood
To no avail.

It fills with it all,
With the hunger of the helpless ones
And the cold steel of those
Who never knew to ask for love,
With the men distracted from the call
To clean the muddied inside
With the women furiously washing,
Scouring the white, bright edges,
While a hollow child looks on
And waits.

Fills, fills—brims:
And there is the dreaded, hapless moan
Of the corridors,
A haunted, sad song,
Leaning one way,
And the next,
Leaning,
And leaning again
Sighing and sagging,
Bending, breaking, broken
Under the weight of it all,
Cracking under an avalanche of history
(slow but inevitable),
Poured mercilessly through the leaking rafters
Like the flooding fingers of rain
In a summer storm
Seeking through the attic
Like an alive thing,
Like a dead thing,
Awakened, weary, wordless.

And the current cascades
Cresting over the peeling window pane
In weary waves of salted silence,
In bounteous waters of bewilderment,
In rain unrisen,
A river of madness and hysteria,
sorrow and euphoria, dashed heavy hope:
heaves, heaves, and floods
Continuous and uncontained,
Thick and drenched, black deep
Like the breathing ocean—
—covering the face of the earth,
Which creaks with sadness
Like an old and lonely house.

Copyright 2017.

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from The Jewel Collections, released November 13, 2017

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