Claims, they crawled from those clouds and

over mountains cried

into the streams where they ran the length of

past and time that called out

with their hands beside you as all the people

shouted up to the

"northern" territories

My, they glowed a bug burning at the ends of

sheet covered crowns

whose only words were

wicked mumbles that shake unstable manners

brought these thoughts about you

lights up like flies and ants that dip about and

aim.... to swallow us

up like them bread baked gums...

now I remain glowing at the ends it's because

it's you they've become

shade drifts around, southern where the sheets

are growing ash and

steeple factories

old boy you'll never know just what they

think, it never finds you

cheap work finding pockets only when we're

aimed.... to swallow them

up like the bread baked gums...

these lights were waves that spilled through

my space (in the plains)

where no one knows if they'll ever need again

(I want to)

come and get and take me home