a drop of blood in the stars
divides the blue against the broken sun,
the fiery light passes from hand to hand,
gnawing on our bones in a corner of heaven
In search of the good, the true, and the beautiful
a drop of blood in the stars
divides the blue against the broken sun,
the fiery light passes from hand to hand,
gnawing on our bones in a corner of heaven
Copyright Clay Lowe