Glory

I see his eyes moving away from me
 Oh no, is this another albatross?
 He knows he holds dominion over me
 But what I gain is worth the cost
 We share the cold embrace of cousins
 I wonder if I've seen him somewhere else before
 And as I wonder at his ancestry
 I miss the meeting by the door
 And in the telling of the story
 I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase
 I read his lips and I see glory
 But what I hear is "be afraid"
 So from the fog of every morning
 Until the heat of day is still
 I watch the clock as it turns backwards
 I see the water run uphill
 And in the telling of the story
 I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase
 I read his lips and I see glory
 But what I hear is "be afraid"
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 And in the telling of the story
 I lose my way inside a prepositional phrase
 I read his lips and I see glory
 But what I hear is "be afraid"