A Vagabond's Lament
Kardashev, Mark Garrett
For a shadow to be cast
There a man must stand
But on the pulled up floors of my childhood below me
A sunbleached love of the past
Shades pulled from the bones of my old home
Torn from the flesh of me
I never owned this
Plaster and frame be damned
Curtain, candle and letter
Compost, cellar and stone
Curtain, candle and letter
Compost, cellar and stone
Curtain, candle and letter
Compost, cellar and stone