it's not about me
or about you either
don't look too deep
or read between
the lines in my face
they leave no trace
just feeling the space
around three octobers
tired of hearing jive
shucking empty oysters
or holding court
raise your left hand
and pledge undying
love without crying
the mirror isn't lying
about three octobers
is this the one that
sticks and leaves no
stone unturned and
shines a light on all
the darkest corners
touching the mourners
joining beautiful foreigners
between three octobers
