Audrey Horne

Between what is and what ought to be
 Mercury is a radiograph and
 Always waiting
 A match
 It strikes to burn
 The preface to the end
 The shortest route is the only route
 What strange ground this is
 Between what is and what ought to be
 Mercury is a radiograph and always waiting
 What are you sound
 Where are you going now
 Like the hard of life
 I'm burning burning
 Like the prefix and the suffix
 There is a before and an after
 And it is not here nor there
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 Between what is and what ought to be
 Mercury in a thermometer
 And something's always aching
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 What are you sound
 And where are you going now
 Like the hard line of life
 I'm sitting waiting
 You found the glyph and
 And I ran with it and
 Stasis is an exit
 Is an exit
 Is a sliding into place
 Or two bells that
 Chime in tune