Hoax And The Shrine – Girlpool

The lake dictates the news
With ebbs of a sighless swoon
She feigns supply and demand
My rue willed an empty room
With words like “I will take real good care of you”

Can a god spill milk?
Kissing fate to watch the hours wilt
Does belief reside between the hoax and the shrine?

I wandered around a shapeless station
In soliloquy clouds
That nebulous dichotomy town

I am all of it
Clocking in but dreaming I could quit
Does abeyance lie between the shackle and the stride?