Pietá Pt. 2

If I feel something softer My god would not have me Wake up to your eyelids Washed over my body I'd buy me some time if I knew you could hear me I liked being a prophet I preferred profiteering And take a bite out of The marble before me And place it upon the first Train track that beams east There's sand in my chest And I know where it came from I'd kiss you again and I'd find my own way home In hopes of meeting me Topographical imprint And memory Crossing swords An effigy In answer to our question It's real I saw it