Here the sky greys beneath finger
(it always does)
And a sparrow bystander swells to a bass note.
Here the trees conspire
and roots groan in their jackets.
Here the room broods
and monsoon flies bumble
cannoning into sudden death.
Here the sky greys beneath finger
(it always does)
And a sparrow bystander swells to a bass note.
Here the trees conspire
and roots groan in their jackets.
Here the room broods
and monsoon flies bumble
cannoning into sudden death.
