Close (KC Two)

The braid from your hair

Rested on your shoulder

Shown in the green light

From the panel of instruments

The hairs looked like threads

Woven and were perfect

Shaking when you spoke

And the voice near perfect too

The darkness killed all doubt

Not more than an hour

And mostly simple words

Straightened out the corners

And for a short time filled the seams

So no light could break in

Without all the lows

There’s no way to describe

Contrast the last of night

Of jackson and canada

If we didn’t lie

How could you believe

The closeness in between

The dawn and blue half-light

So little in between

Re-enactors reconsider please

The chance to someday let you down

Good as any that you’ve heard of

At night on your a.m. radio

When the car doors closed

Eyes were all too tired

There’s nothing left to see

There’s nothing in between