Come Around from Ghosts by Jesse Lark

Onward bound, there’s days to fill with sights we’ll never see unless. We jump that barge and take on charge our craven emptiness. // Come around and sound, the groundless call, we’re bound nowhere at all // Nothing completes a man inside, you’ll never make him whole: but filling him with fruitless dreams will slake his aching soul. // Come around and sound, the groundless call, we’re bound nowhere at all // The falling deep under the spell of lunacy and grift is everything that makes a life the kind of thing that’s lived. // So come and hold my shoulder and I’ll keep your back in sight, we’ll keep at bay the scurvy rats who’d stab us in the night. [LOW: (Yes) We’ll keep at bay the kinds of men that we are in the light. HIGH: Come around and sound, the groundless call, we’re bound nowhere at all.]

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