she had to be born in the end on the tip of the stalk and the dew was the mother besiged her with the cage of lullaby through the rainbow, morning, eclipse with the fog wandering the canyon of her lips the moonbeam died to give her name time dejectedly faded away she had to grow up in the lonliness strolling in the cities full of ghosts always losing the shawl she had to be born in the end on the bridge of parade and her father was collapse he filled her with the sand and rotten grass he had pathetic humor-sence