Idling in the wind,
Sour ash falling slow on my blank back,
Shadows of fears leak,
Bitterly down our temples cheek,
Don’t be stoked alive, barrels of fire
the wood is fake.
The smoke will only make you sick,
turn out your insides and eat them in bits
The only way down is a broken sad stack of books,
shivering and alone,
and everyone that loved you are now up and gone
Sit with pace when your feet are dancing in the clouds
Because you laugh inside but i laugh outlaid
You may tether and tally, count up the knots
But when you step to look down,
all that loved is lost.
I hold in my belly,
a catalog of seeds
And when i die forever
those seeds are me
They dance in the river, sleep in the trees,
eat sour cherries and practice hearts breaking free
love what you love and hold with might
True hearts beat on forever