sing sleep to the saplings in your brains, love
(the beetle in the right place fells the tree)
sing sleep to the saplings in your earlobes
(save all of the summer skin for me)
sing sleep to the birds upon your branches
(sand can do so much between your toes)
sing sleep to the birds that peck the meat off
don't leave room for waiting, cause it shows.
the wind knows that the lightning gets the tree trunks
and takes itself some branches all the same
sandpaper could take my aching skin off,
but quicker could the acid in a name.
sing sleep to your bones and watch them lie there
I'll keep hold of the thorn that struck you down
and wish there was a way you could remember
don't let any cracks show in your crown.
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