Sirens and the Meadow

The meadow burns; the sirens blare Does it matter what we fed the fire When ashes lay in shame And if you had listened closely The silence of my pulse Never asked for you Never asked for me

Sweet Ruptures

Living in a lack of want Every part of you is perfect -- The gods are smiling But the electricity is gone All around is sand -- Strangled by the hourglass We make our way down As time makes us

Below in the Great Valley

Where is my little life Below in the great valley I looked for a home Never returning anywhere They all went out to discover So discover; that they did Milky way reflected in a dust floor Must be why its lost some luster

Wetland Abandon

The lungs of the bog The fire in the forest Low hanging weep-ends Must is in the air A life may begin in the ocean's deep And be swallowed beneath a confusion Of fireflies and a night sky In this wetland abandon

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