Palladium

If God is so close to you, darling, That he must explain. If God is so close to you. Good and evil are the same. They hug around the world. In that circle we are curled. Not worthy, not by design. Our brothers like odors Blend. Slowly ascend. Blinded by a blank Sky that I can't hold. When wrapping so long, It's like you forget how to draw. Looking inside, escape from the mirror. Not worthy, not by design. Holy sister, God. Return the time to the Face. Like birds, twins Grace. Still I can't Move. Wings of world at bay. Split from mouth and land. Wings of voices untuned. Down from head to wound. Some emotions remain in the air, Brought handy by the winds That