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I saw you reaching out tonight, arms wide, but not the way they once were. With your holey, holy hands, You touch us all. You hold us all. You love us all. But how do you do it? Seems like I try and try and try and try and try, but threat comes and I fight it and it fights back and my whole world falls apart. It all falls apart. What a mess my hands can make. Mine lack the holes that yours boast, but I still watch hope slip through. It pours out before you like an offering, but I’m not really sure that it counts. I want to be the one who never fully finds you out, but feels you flowing through me, finding flaws in almost everyone, but forgiveness comes. My God, forgiveness comes.

I saw you reaching out tonight, fingertips creeping to the ends of the Earth. I guess it’s not just about us anymore, and I think that’s something to be proud of. I mean, this is a great place, but it’s not my heart and it’s not home. Just colonists here, but we’re never alone. And our love is spreading like wildfire. Citizens rising from the ashes of their lost hopes, held in a misread book with a face with a beauty that’s fleeting. And now they’re here with you and me, alive and well. A prison earthquake escape from that awful hell that once held me motionless. Now their tired eyes look up to you, and they look up to me too.

So speak love through me now.

I couldn’t compose myself, I guess it’s best that you composed me. I’m a poem, I’m an art form, I’m your twenty trillionth masterpiece. So where will you have me go? I’ll go there. I think it’s time that you let me know, but I’ll wait. I think I’m a giant ball of potential, but I’m lost. Say the word and I’m on my way. Never again on the edge of another boat. Tell me jump, okay, but you gotta tell me how high. So I fly, eyes closed. You guide me, I’m happy. I want that more than anything. You know this, just send me. I guess I don’t know what I want in life, and I won’t feel right until I’m told I’m right.

So speak love through me now.

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from The Dear Old Days When I Could Fly, released October 25, 2013

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Hello there. I'm called Slightly. I make what many call "Rock and Roll," and one man inexplicably called "Neo-Ecclectic Bimodal Chip Talk." If you are reading this, odds are you are a close friend or my mother. And that's okay. I'm no big deal.

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