If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense

Author River Dixon
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can’t let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In
I study what seems The electric In dreams There were two Then three Dancing Bound by screams Tendril to wrist The synapse missed In the