Give me the quietness
But don’t show me the cost.
I see the braces,
Good graces
And faces we lost

Knowing is a virtue, yes
But here I’d rather not.
I find the traces,
And laces
And places in cloth

In a worldly museum fashion,
I’ll curate every bone of your form;
Every hard, indispensable ration you've got
Beneath muscle and skin and blood pawns.
Make it life-affirming
Pace-discerning
Need you murmuring my name,
Body-learning
Panting, yearning
We’ll craft a shelter out of the rain.

We are made of many things
And our fabrics rot,
But still I’m racing
Taking, tasting
And my blood clots.

You clot it better than any,
And explain why it needs to be done.
You are peace, you are healing
And you've got me down kneeling
All  I hear, all I’m feeling, every string that I strum.