Secretly We

by Timmy Vilgiate

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released 02 October 2013

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Track Name: Through Cardboard Walls (Single)
Secretly we are half lives
Radiant things we are
Microscopic stars
Mumbling these through cardboard walls
Destinies, we are
Crumbling parts
Secretly we are very afraid to die
Secretly we think of secret reasons why
And we hold them like clams might hold them
Clasped in oyster ribs, these things are not kosher
They are secret, we are
Very afraid of lonely locked rooms
Where there are open drawers
Knives and spoons cause anything could do
Secretly we are not in tunnels are we?
No, we've just been digging haven't we?
Secretly, we are.

Black and white and red all over
That last sign like a five leaf clover
I watched in awe you folded and folded and paused
And stuck the newsprint paper crane
The last I saw you, you had folded the daily page
Into a thousand paper cranes
And pinned them all to the bulletin slate
One pass had drawn straight through with its thread
A camel to the gate, the needle waved through the break
And out the door to the middle of the night
And sewed it closed
Palms all shed their tears, watching
All our eyes froze and we watched.
We wonder if you ever got your wish
But we're certain it was never any of this.
Secretly we are...

Has anyone ever told you you possess a very particular grace?
Like a very cool perfume, like a kiss on the eyelids
Secretly we are ensnared with our own word choice
Our highways neither of them care
Or sincerely listen to a particular voice.
Swiftly I will write letters to you
As soon as the wildflowers bloom
And I will sincerely miss you
In all that you may do
In the pacific embrace of distance you will be covered and colored
And I will learn the way to see you new
Secretly we are folding paper cranes
And they are making their way
No matter what roads
All God's breaths have a particular grace.