so you don't get to be a saint

martyrs never last this long

guess i'll never be the one

to defeat desire in this song

here's a marker, here's my naked skin

our exhibit A

put a small x where i lost my way

all the actors broke their legs

and it's too late to postpone

the producers's awkward bow

turn and stumble off the stage

smile and take your applause

every encore soothe your rage

squint with on eye, hum a show-tune

and wait for your ride to say

"oh, that's where you must have lost your way

megaphones in helicopters squeal, "hey are you okay?"

as searchlights circle where we lost our way

all our accidents went purposeful and fell

stripped of providence or any way to tell

that our intentions were intangible and sweet

sick with simple math and shy discoveries

piled up against our impending defeat

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