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HOLDING PATTERNS

Soft spider webs hold the living until they’re the dead.
I can get tangled in something that somebody said.
And I take it and hold on till it’s holding me
In the silken strangle of a strong fantasy.
Do it once, do it twice, and the mind knows the dance
And moves to it at every change, every chance.

I love your patterns, come tangle me into your days.
O you destruction, you’ve broken the jars of my ways.
And I’m shattered and scattered in sweetness and pain
And come alive like I was born here again.
When I fly to the shelter of the old ways to die,
You turn to leave me, and I understand why.

Fools blindly follow their fathers or the lines in their hand.
Planes holding patterns can circle and circle and not land.
And the choice that I face makes me laugh, makes me weep
For the time before me and the time lost in sleep.
I can be holding patterns or be holding you
In my arms tonight, yes, that’s the right thing to do.

I can be holding patterns or be holding you
In my arms tonight, yes, that’s the right thing to do.


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