Roundest moon flutters on the river
Night bird song coasting through heat
Hangs for a moment there
Cascades slowly down the thick air
Landing somewhere by my feet
Waking up bugs try to repeat
A fine night to feel light
A fine time to feel right so I do
You feel it too
What would it take to unknow it
Knowledge soaked in from the wrong tree
Bad seed sunk deep
Fruit bite tidings unsavory
Picking anew from the old tree
Ate up something not for me
The moment in my head
Ingesting not what was said
But what under lied that tongue so tied
Foxhole digging learned the wrong way
Bleeding out cold beneath the old tree
My ugly heart, my ugly heart and me
I set out to unknot, to unknow a thing
I sought out little lies worth unbelieving
Some things sink in beyond quarrying
Some need let die and then reforming
I'm on top of the plot dug for covering
I am just on the cusp of discovering
Foxhole digging and grave digging
Sure look something like the same thing
The moments that I dread
Reconciling what was dead
Through the gap so wide, a tongue so tied
Foxhole digging learned the wrong way
Bleeding out cold beneath the old tree
My ugly heart, my ugly heart and me
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