A New Definition

I don’t want to know Paul

Or Luke

Or Moses

Before I get to know your name

And the story behind it.

To study the echoes of a book’s voice

No matter how pleasant

Read by a phonograph with skin on

Seems like a trivial pursuit.

Until we tear apart the sound machine

And know the force which turns it

This is where we dig up success

In knowing our gears of addiction and reality

Then when I know all the working parts behind you

The name which holds a title for your identity

It will seem a word transformed

By the words of the book’s great giants

And you and I will bathe in peace.


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