Stop the flood of praise

No one forgives



In the mouth your eyes

Reverse the spin



Cenotaph egg shells



Stop the flood of pain

Climbing through the sand and crowding stares



Soft words splash beneath whispered wings of your mind



Cry into your arm sleeve

Open up

Run into this grave

Kill the light seeping inward through sensitive eyes



All empty graves nothing there to save

Wide umbrellas cover cloudless comforts



Soft words splash beneath whispered wings of your mind wants yourself to heal

Stuck sounds sway above screaming wings

Out of your mind

All it wants is to cut



Cut it all cut it all down beside the lake

Bet it all on the shovel in your garden

Make sure you bury deep

Hide the sun



Lay your head down the ground the cemetery

Cut it all cut it all down