Lizzy Burnam 🐞

Ambition is just a suspicion 
of partition between you and I 

contingent on penchant to listen 
with mouth and to speak from the eye

No matter the windows you’ve hidden 
No matter the weight of the dice

No matter the hour’s abscission
No matter the arms laid aside 

The distance from gospel to fiction 
is seasoned with lemon and thyme

You see it in high definition 
You flaunt the American style 

I’ll tell you the key to the prison 
of life over which you preside

The religion obeyed by magician 
is one of poetic precision 

So tread with your subtle revisions 
Keep on til the word is goodbye