Forever flipped the finger to the present and the past
The whole of existence in the bottle and the blast
The effervescent sentiment that bubbled in my blood
Had kicked my bucket of ashes and strewn them in the mud
Hark! Slow angel, beat against my chest like a dove
Dark! Swallow me whole, cover me like a glove
There is no silence left, in the pine trees
we are covered in birds
softly cooing
and singing
their righteous
songs.