Internal Redirect

I am iron clothed in velvet, sympathy through slitted eyes
I wonder where our desires are born
I hear the moments passing like a swinging blade
I see the choices that bind like rope and cut as deep
I want more answers than I've got questions
I am iron clothed in velvet, sympathy through slitted eyes.

I pretend the sky isn't crowded with cries
I feel the biting wind mocking my play
I touch upon newly born curiosity
I worry that it will die on the vine
I cry secrets onto the pillowcase
I am iron clothed in velvet, sympathy through slitted eyes.

I understand that my eyes can't see
I say it out loud to chastise the universe
I dream of long conversations in orbit
I try to fly if only in my mind
I hope that no one sees my launch
I am iron clothed in velvet, sympathy through slitted eyes.

~ garma