Caitlyn

The love you blow, never goes to waste, a fool in every stone, you have no need, to circle every day, or save enough to flee, in garments sewn, by a drunken oblate, this is all you know, seeds, flowers, pieces, to keep you engaged, don’t need to be free, you’ve already flown, away from the shame, makes you sing as you go, a house by the sea, tides and winter and flame, make you happy, brilliant bones, whisper your name, you are the full show, stars mark your passage.