Ian William Craig contain

Say my name, I'll vibrate
And I'll linger in the sound for a time
Gathering all your tiny pieces
And all the things I didn't get quite right
Stories fallen from the mountain
We tread upon them softly
These words are our slow vessels
That were never meant to contain
Anything
Stole a smile in a swarm of strangers
Tidal waves and tragedies
Your eyes were sweet assassins
They pulled memories just out of reach
We're machines of forgetting
Throwing all these things to time
The future in your folded palm
How I long to walk that line
So come in from this haunted weather
Tend the fire awhile with me
Say my name, I'll vibrate
I will not contain you
I will not contain you at all