Our home is a jagged mouth streaming out pleas to the dead
We are misshapen teeth uprooting ourselves
But we could have spent our time burying strangers instead
We would have settled in and found out our names

But calm your heart, the dark is still the dark

We told our sons to wait their turns
Like eager months lined up in herds
To age our skin and stretch us out

They never get tired of stretching us out

We read the braile with our bare feet
It would not teach us how to see
We finally realized ourselves, ourselves

Varuna is counting the notches and nicks in our planks
Do we deserve the grave, or the table you've set
For the liars, and unloving husbands and wives
If they hadn't seen themselves they couldn't have known

But face that fact: every branch you cut grows back

And we're growing into the thought
That we're cast like iron
Forced into these shapes

I still don't know my shape


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Varuna (Acoustic) song meanings
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