We’ve ignited in the flames
And the furnace is so weak…
The rain has failed to come as hailed
So sweat falls on the seeds
What we’ve grown so very slow
Is trampled by relief
You have told
Of concrete roads
And Came home with muddy feet…

The grind of lovers into each other
The grinding gears of sleep
The grind of takers taking daughters
To a place to keep
You’ll hibernate
You’ll procreate
You’ll die of atrophy
While skinners like me skim the gutters
And fill their bags with teeth

I can remember planting a rose,
But she dried up when the river was low
God will come
And the roots grown under…
Will pull up slow

The Cabinets, full long ago
Were ravaged clean by what I love most
I let it in
To warm its feet
And when it left
Like a tornado
It buried my house and scattered my clothes
I’m still blowing in the breeze

I’ve ignited into flames
And I hold you close to me
Our melted parts
A work of art
I sold as a novelty
I float around this empty room
To put my mind at ease
I map the travel
Of souls that dabble
In eternity

She said learn to plunder and learn to lean but
We all learn to plunder, and learn to leave


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