Member Poem

I felt myself sitting in the backseat
Or on a train
You were hidden somewhere in the ringing
Of my brain
In the rain, and in the strangest wind refrain:
Follow me across the bed
Follow me across the sea

The car that slows around the corner
Is anticipation for your phone call
The visions that you made me meet
Are dregs of light that fall
Down the hall I hear the call
Follow me across the tracks
Follow me across the lea

I felt myself laying in the backseat
Or on a bus
And all I can say is thus:

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