Phase (Amperland, NY)

That night when I lifted my head up
And I was seeing what was trembling there
On the edge of my restless eyelid
On the tip of the horizon's lash
On the lip of the collapsing letter
In the lap of the confusing moon
I'm reduced to an estranged illusion
I'm consumed by all the shit in my room
Well and maybe if I pick my room up
Carve a path on my moonlit floor
Through the colors I adorned my body with
In the ritual of life I adored
But nowadays I usually just get up
Put on a sweater from the day before
Like you said it's got to get better
I wear my shadow like a uniform

And I'm torn right through
Divided right in two

So well I do align my library
By the colors on the spine of my books
When I'm looking for resolution
But there's wreckage everywhere I look
And there's bramble scratching at the window
And there's silver shining on the thorns
I could have sworn the moon was singing to me
Strung in a phase so strange and torn
But now the stars look fake and strung up
And the colors on my floor are worn
And the hues on my body are muted
In the shadow in my uniform

And I'm torn right through
Divided right in two
I'm lost and I'm losing
The brightest light I knew
I knew