At last in the trembling leaves
This bone-cage slips away
Lost in the shivering trees
Your absent voice is clay
Last breath of green
First breath of stone
Sweep this cage of bone
Hungry for your desperate dreams
I hold exhaustion close
The shining world is all that it seems
I fall in love with ghosts
Whispering to you
Through reconstructed teeth
A cage of bone in the greenless wreath
