How is it: growth becomes betrayal?
Every step a nail in some forsaken attic box
Dont stop, dont stop, keep walking
Cant you see the grieving?
On small feet, I am leaving
Choose joy, choose sleep, choose solitude
Death is distant buzzing
Insects rise to your passing
As you walk the narrow green
To get your clothes clean
Again, again, take refuge in the written
Flatten the swelling of your empty church heart
Dont stop, dont stop
The cost of giving is receiving
On slow feet, I am leaving, I am leaving