Like starting war,
Like spilling ink.
Like the empty street

You swore you saw
Before you blinked.


There's no second thought,
There's no turning back.
There's no calling off

This avalanche.

Every day, now spent

Underneath white flags.
Every intention, eclipsed
By every stain of the past.


There's no argument
Fairness is a ghost

There's no argument
It is a rare bird at the most


But every sighting is proof
And every heart-beat proves it too
That only love can change the shape

Of such permanent truths
Of such permanent truths
Such permanent truth