Eyeless in the morning sun, you were
Pale and mild, a modern girl
Taken with thought, still prone to care
Making tea in your underwearYou went out in the yard to find
Something to eat and clear your mind
Something bad inside me went awayQuaking leaves and broken leaves
Shifting skin, the coming night
The bearers of all good things arrive
Climb inside us, twist and cry
A kiss on your molten eyes
Myriad lives like blades of grass
Yet to be realized
Bow as they passThey are cold, still
Waiting in the ether to form
Feel, kill
Propagate only to dieThey are cold, still
Waiting in the ether to form
Feel, kill
Propagate only to die
Dissolve magically, absurdly
They'll end, leave
Dissipate coldly
And strangely return