My acres for a reaper who is shy and non-committal.
My heaven for a love with bones that don't grow ever brittle.
My peace for a place to stand adjacent to the middle.
Everything I own just for a little.
Everything I own just for a little.
My fortune for a sliver of the earth that's young and dreamy.
My vision for a silence that is long and deep and easy.
My family for a path to understand and save the greedy.
And every day a separate life to lead me.
Every day a separate life to lead me.
My senses for the prayers that call to earth the wayward shuttles.
My skin for a reflection that is upright and un-muddled.
I'll bury you the plants, my bones and seeds inside the rubble,
An oath to offer love with no rebu*tal.
An oath to offer love with no rebu*tal.
My choices for the reflex of a poacher or a medic.
My sympathies for oxygen around all what's kinetic.
My children for the courage to refuse the anesthetic.
And every inkling ponderous and prophetic.
Every inkling ponderous and prophetic.