How’d I end up in this liminal state?
It’s a heavy, a hollow, weightless place
49 days and then what?
49 days and then what?

If Hesperus is Phosphorus
What does that mean for the rest of us?
Whoa, I’m sick of channel-surfing through these memories
I need to let it be

The sun’s either rising or falling
Morning into evening, always repeating
It’s all just a matter of timing
Living is dying. Son don’t you know?

Am I standing at the threshold but can’t let go?
See the past in tiny flashes:
The cedar elms at dawn
Her still-in-bed sleepy yawn
A child in my arms

Venus, can you ground me?
I feel untethered
Weightless as weather, like January snow
I’m having trouble letting go

The sun’s either rising or falling
Morning into evening, always repeating
It’s all just a matter of timing
Living is dying. Son don’t you know?

I’m holding on, holding on, holding on …

Tiny Flashes

Instant Empire hails from Denver, CO.
Chroniclers of the human condition since 2011. 
Indie rock.

Tiny Flashes

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