spring is when things start to boil over
people fall in love, break out of it,
burn, awaken- the world wakes up and is born
you look out the window and the air doesn't make you numb
it quickens you, quickens something within you
and your soul is alive again your soul is alive again
your soul is alive again, so alive- and you can feel,
and in this thawing, everyone collapses and falls together in a muddy mess
we were pillars of ice standing alone but now we melt
our fur stands on its wet ends as we yawn, calling for our mothers
when for so long it seemed broken, dead and gray, all things suddenly are green, and so
we find each other in spring.