Billy mocks,
 Billy walks,
 Billy was never born.
 Carrying the hurt  
 Of a mother
 On a mountain,
 On a cold.
 Sun on your lips
 Just a pinched 
 Wick's end.

 God was never here
 Rocking the crib,
 Shoes already sewn.
 Billy don’t frown
 We stay down
 So you can be alone.
 Billy mocks,
 Billy knocks,
 Billy was never born.
 Hanging off the moon
 On a tear,
 On a scream.
 Riding cold air
 In the thieves vale  
 Where dreams begin. 

11/18/19 – Sapsucker Woods – Lansing, NY

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