The softened pads of warmly, tightened skin
Closed over chords and venting stings of sound
No speech is raised above the fields of home
She only squeaks and hopes a sign will show
A ***** beg within her towards the goal
To free the words that make her become one.
An inch of time climbs up upon her back
She wrinkles puffs of laughter, irons frights.
Remembering memories all around her grow
Without a tingle of her thickened skin.
The sun did move along the trees that day.
The sea now waves beneath her blackened feet.
The world now pulses up and down her spine
And fly and fly again and wander nigh.
The trunk, her brain is hollow without guide.
She’s lost the end and given up her pride.

Within you there’s a place that makes you free
Drink through a straw, for life is there to be.
Now you, the moon can slip beneath the sand,
Without a fear to lose this sacred game.