William Fitzsimmons – Blood / Chest

Come quickly flood to drown
This soylent heart I’ve found
Sinks me down like stone
To burden you no more

Come specter’s, all surround
This quickening, furrowed ground
With broken mind and tongue
The creature I’ve become

You are the blood in my chest
The bird gathering nest
The sea which won’t rest
Till I’m home

Come lover carry on
This picayune passing dawn
And haunt this hollow hole
The dance with me your ghost

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