The propositional exactitude of a certain absence by
Derrick Tyson
…of an abandoned ship
Catalyst of my metamorphosis
Murky waters clear as I rise
Tasting the night air when I surface
Pulling my scarred soul to the sand
A purple hue in the sky
Just before the sunrise
I sit and watch the dusk’s demise
Light revealing the beauty left behind
A foolish endeavor
Survived
Survived
A foolish endeavor
Light revealing the beauty left behind
I sit and watch the dusk’s demise
Just before the sunrise
A purple hue in the sky
Pulling my scarred soul to the sand
Tasting the night air when I surface
Murky waters clear as I rise
Catalyst of my metamorphosis
Wreckage …of an abandoned ship
