Poem: “The Weight Of Paper” (2007)

Muscles quiver under paper
in a fiber grave.
Arms, interlocking,
press into the day.

Balance finds its gravity
only through points of three.
This is our only saving grace.

The weight of paper is piling up.
I cannot find another face.

Beneath the weight of paper,
we will build a home, with
walls that hold fast to the sound of
words we cannot know.

Column A and Column B:
never what they claim to be.
This is our moment's saving grace.

The weight of paper is piling up.
I cannot find another face.

Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s A City Out Of Sight LP, 2007.