Ex-Cathedra - Little Comets

Shake the windows and the doors

Put ex-cathedra on the floor

Because there’s a part of this

That I don’t think you’re ever

Really going to understand

Eat your hate and burn deceit

Give fallibility your knees

And maybe redefine the question

What’s the difference

Between a woman and a man

Stand with me

Stand collected

Standing weary

Stand dejected

Stand winsome

Stand easy

Let the wind blow

Through the tall trees

As the sanguine heats your bone

You feel a joy you’ve never known

And get excited by the

Rattle and the hum of something

You don’t understand

But in the guilt of all the night

You find it’s easy unrequited

And it’s a part of me

That I don’t think you’re ever

Really going to understand

Look through me

Be tainted

Like a window

Heals the sainted

Stand winsome

Stand easy

Let the wind blow

Through the tall trees

On a rainswept morning

When I stared lost

For the first time

At the designs

And the centuries

In my baby’s own eyes

And I learnt more

In this moment

Than the inert

Rustings emotions

Of my twenty odd years of life

I’ve got to relay

Got to relay

Got to relay

My foundations to be humankind

And never let the winsome die

Hope is Just a State of Mind.