This ghost the bed of a thousand railroad lines these bones a vvashing board to your vvorries that door; an open home to an empty land vvage war; cage fair! red earth called upon a vvhirlvvind svvept past this vvay spirit come a thousand deaths in the sand
Let us inspect relations with vocabulary, dig into me && drink of my spark. You lit the fire, so must you vvatch it burn. Peel back the sky vvith me, in fearless abandon. As tvvo flovvers of the field, svvay in the breeze && sing me your song.
Celebrity of death; of the darkest of loves, building consternation, on truths too often buried. Marry bones to the blade; merry words can seem bleak, see these teeth? Might be joy; never knovv, 'til the svving.
