Canary Days

I suppose
Green eyes close
On canary days of marigold
The Pueblo I can't see

The hungry minds
Under sherbet skies
The misdirect of sobriety
Where the cacti bleed

Mitigate my distance
To love these sacred lands
Furnish up the clocks behind
Our ever growing span

Animate
The sounds of the wild whisper
Oh tonight

Reddington was the parliament
To our synagogue of restlessness
Atop the creviced creeks

Mitigate my distance
To love these sacred lands
Furnish up the clocks behind
Our ever growing span

Animate
The sounds of the wild whisper
Bargaining with solace
And pondering the alps

Partisan ideas
The jungles which we lust
Painting our masks
As we speak
Into the night