here by the forests do these mountains lay,
(a knot in my chest, tightening once more)
spilling the sunlight so it may split and fray.
(a knot in my chest, too tight to ignore)
Here by the river does a smaller brook wind,
(quickandsharpbreathin, breathoutquickandsharp)
like the little baby robin, still deaf and blind.
(plucking at my backbones like the strumming of a harp)