Bright Red by Stolen Jars

Fences go, faces bright, offset, all senseless eyes and floating heads, all arms to hold, of grain so thin, on paper I can learn they’d lived

am I already stalled, just hoping my name holds?

no I’m not what I was, at least I know that they weren’t

their
shelves all molded out of pictures, how can I be guarded when
they’ve seen me in the daylight and now it’s gone to waste still
their eyes
their eyes
their eyes
all bright red
don’t want to be
can’t be
just like them
their eyes
their eyes
their eyes
all bright red
I want to be
can I be
just like them

on some nights
when I’m alone
when I’m alone
I’ll look through faces of old occasions,
of places, scattered now
on small plates painted,
just to know them
(x2)

on some night
when on your own
when on your own
will you find my face,
some old occasion,
some place, scattered now,
on a page painted,
what will you know?

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