there's no ceiling there's no broken bones and I've no feeling she will glow when she has grown into the sea that shows her gates the water shall refill the empty space
my dear mother where's your mining man? and where's my father? oh he has savored carcasses that lie like lovers in his home we will sleep in bags that hang along these rows
and that's not all she will stay we will sit in fields of oranges and graves why do you run there is no shame but I hang her in my heart still to this day but that's okay and when the light beams through the porch then we will know sleeping silent to disrupt the fallen snow and in your room I saw that you had grown your cotton sheets did lift you by the throat
I split the numbers indeed I held my arms outstretched I cut through brothers in need to be the curtain for the act that you have left here on repeat don't forget to grease the pages when you leave and when the water is as cold as it is deep we will burn the barns where babes first took to speech
and under beds of water there will lie my eldest daughter she has drifted and the sea has held her body from decay and the world she wouldn't let it and she'd scream before she leapt in and the sky stems from the ocean and I will get to it some day