hello, I'll linger here and hold the land
hello, I'll linger here and harvest, as planned
return to me, we've lingered
luck ripens fast and expires at last
I folded it and I'll preserve it, I'll preserve it for you

along the dining hall into your hands
seize my mantras, presents for you
it'll be back when the rest remain
we will lose ourselves to the land

there's hearts here, there's hearts
there's visions, surreal, there's visions
there's you and me and what we inhale
it's begun, the descent
you're deprived of sleep and it's pressing
since you'll feel when you're alone and
you'll do lonely things when you realise,
it'll hit you one night

you linger, sitting, thinking about it, fervently
the lovely middle is happened and all else is old
you and I stay on the pew, always in the front
you will linger with me
linger until the final one, keep on, until the final
quaking frame, until the next arrives
until my hands grow weak
don't leave the land, don't leave it

-c.j.