Will Stratton - Centinela
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Centinela, I’ll be here waiting when the big on descends
Centinela, I’ll be here lifting while the old era ends
And I’ll die here with my freedom
Baptized by the lives that I’ve broken
In the courtyard getting sunburned
Counseling two cellmates as they hash out disagreements
And become friends with nothing but time
Centinela, three whole lifetimes that they gave me to you
Centinela, every night dreaming in the flames running through
The arson just a phantom limb, an itch that I can’t scratch at anymore
My rivalry with nature cut up into precincts
And delayed by laws established only by men
When I was a god
Centinela, you’ve made me into a mere martyr for fire
Centinela, all the points of origin are moving up higher
The desert’s getting bigger, crowding out the tinder of my mind
I peer out at the twilight, nothing waiting for me but the red on the horizon
And then we end, and we return