PSI - Lydia Ainsworth

No ceiling’s in the benediction field

Tumbling through the contradictions dear

Feel them crawling upon every limb

Visions of a wold beneath the skin

Feeling things we’ve known but never seen

Hollow twigs that snap beneath the beam

Separates us in our minds as if our passions could divine

Sign from seal

Right from real

Places that we know we’ll never be

Won’t stop us from our trying hard to see

Through icy pastures laid in beds of mist

And strange marks left upon our wrists

When the fifth joins soft coordinate of PSI

When the streets remind me of our hollow ties

When the spinning settles me as in that place so far away

We are earth and clay

We are night and day

Feeling things we’ve known but never seen

Hollow twigs that snap beneath the beam

Separates us in our minds as if our passions could divine

Sign from seal

Right from real