lighthouse from oil by kendall :3

it's no easier, when it's my fault
cruel of legend -- babies, all
she will spare my blue bird
but break him like her doll
and make him wander on

i'll leave the light on for you
i'll scrape the shadows from the sea
i'll bring the morning for you
i will break the dawn right through the gray

marble on the bedsheets, paper on the kite
flea on the back of a bull you're not meant to survive
i will sing whistle tones i will ring bells of stone
i will wake them, scaly moonlight, fishlike altar, turning ocean into sky

i will curl my fingers to swirl the spume
trawl the deeps and shadows in search of you
it is my darkest part, it is my strangest muse
let me curse the gods, but let me know the truth
let my eyes pierce through

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