God has never been this tangible
You will always have a hand to hold
In the wasteland
Here you can live forever
Navy blue buttressed by a thousand smiles
They cast the shadows we dance in
They hold my hand to guide me through the styx
Stagnant and real, all is revealed
Get lost in the bit
Navy blue, make yourself permanent
She hovers over my head with virginal speed
And a lust-heeled stillness speaks
Like crooked fingers we comb the earth
There's nothing left unturned, no one new to claim