Della

How you contemplate gain, acting like some seer, blowing like a hurricane, so far gone, asking rivers to part here, honour your holy bones, tell animals leave the plain, kneel weeping at our fear, you are just a fake, last winter on tidal stones, everyone sat close to tears, waiting for visions to show, souls don't work that way, a trapeze of fallen years, eyes try to fnd a space, we won't hesitate, denounce your passage near, all the madness you create, suddenly is clear.