Look, Pt. 2 Lyrics

In Dallas plain—
A wide vector of thing
You call a big empty—
Warm, hovering in situ.

And in this sand,
An endless pain
Of judgment and self-
Reckoning,
The same stiff air
All my life
Down.

And through it all,
You call my name,
Welcoming.

And, seeing me,
You, divinity, call

A car engining,
Dead Road,
Slendering—
All alone, ride.

You pull my arm.
You, calling me.
You suffer fate
And self—

And through it all,
You call my name,
Welcoming.

You turn around.
You're hollowing.
You couldn't find me in the dark.