Canvas blank, canvas green
I loved an open cardboard sea
Lips are hushed in saccharine
Or cracked under the winter fee

I’ve obtained an ear for life
A taste for wisps of scattered sounds
Gone is every sacred strife
That licks my heel like hagged hounds

I’ve an eye that meets a bed
Where I lay down to breathe sincere
I’ve no limits in my stead
Nor the hatred for a mirror