| Speak until the dust settles in the same specific place
|
| Light refused to go, drink it from a cast and iron plate
|
| Instead of cold milk, was offered unripe
|
| Instead of silence, considered craven
|
| Nothing made it seem, hidden where the aging soil was pure
|
| Pressed against the crease
|
| Mountains become fragrant at the source
|
| So can you stand this exotic angle?
|
| I read it somewhere that they would lie still
|
| I remember how cloth hung
|
| Flexing with the forest clung
|
| Half waist and high raised arms
|
| Kicking at the slightest form
|
| I remember my first love
|
| I remember my first love
|
| Unrelied, I was called, missing teeth, out of favour
|
| Nickel beach, it was all gathering by the sundial
|
| I woke hard, I woke heavy
|
| For the half way stop, five whole hours in
|
| When I woke hard, I woke heavy
|
| With the live or parts
|
| And I remember how cloth hung
|
| Flexing with the forest clung
|
| Half waist and high raised arms
|
| Kicking at the slightest form
|
| I remember my first love
|
| I remember my first love
|
| I remember my first love
|
| I remember how cloth hung |
| Flexing with the forest clung
|
| Half waist and high raised arms
|
| Kicking at the slightest form
|
| I remember my first love
|
| I remember my first love
|
| I remember my first love |