Gut Blur

The lung doctor blows

White rings of smoke

The treasurer got broke

With the roll of a dice

The priest aches for the child

Mommy longs for the wild

The gut blurs once and for all

The distance between what’s wrong and what is right

Like that we live by barely giving

And so we die by barely living

Is the sun so mighty after all

If a godforsaken cloud

Made out of sweat and wader dust

Can strip it down of all its might

Bright days ache for the night

Darkness longs for the light

The gut blurs once and for all

The distance between what’s wrong and what is right

Like that we live by barely giving

And so we die by barely living