I bought a metaphor
For sale on someone's door
Eclipsed by nothing more
Than what I saw in you
In moments under tow
From heights where others slow
It's clear your fate alone
Has shown there's nothing more
With which your scars align
I stood instead of time
Waiting for you alive
Seething right down your line
It's clear your fate alone
has shown there's nothing more
In matter's lifeless glow
I looked behind your door
To find a well-read spine
Afflicted by no more
Than through which i saw you
Retreat from fate anew
With cradle's knotted bow
It's clear your fate alone
Has shown there's nothing more
Than one thing metaphor