the aurora comes down
pours through the sleep of a fall
brings sight to the unlit radiance
at the back of my mind
the genus suspended
waiting to speak
under the collar of a flower
the aurora comes down
pours through the sleep of a fall
brings sight to the unlit radiance
at the back of my mind
the genus suspended
waiting to speak
under the collar of a flower
we followed each other
we rolled the stones from our doors
and found there were no rooms
we hung around the trees
who we thought looked like us
who we desired
what we desired
came up every night
we ruined all this
by making the trees defend themselves
we lined them up and shot them
for how they made their silence