A pain of horses red
I've only smoked half of it
I carry a candle upwards
Flicker and deposit
The moon, the speech, the judgement
Instead of what I should have said.

like a clasp
Like a secret locket
That i only wear when dreaming.
The syllables never make it seem right to make them sound

I'm afraid the mountains aren't high enough to echo my devotion, because they ground their voices out.