I was warned about you
But then, I was worn
Through
Then
But then I let the sound in
Of torches along the path's edge
Rustling in my eyes & ears
Our eyes & ears
Hours would pa** & nothing…
All contorted in row
These antlers don't
Cut
Through
Nor do they tessellate with
Anything along where we're walking
Cutting out
& in
& out & out & in
Again
Hours would pa** & nothing…
I know you
You know our bodies move in unison
The answer's within that
I could be burning houses but i'm not
I knew you
I thought our bodies moved in unison
Lucile, I rescind that
I could be burning houses but I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not
I'm not