see me a snapshot

narrating my previous life

and a mountain of other lies

numbers and letters and letters

surfacing from a sea of

treacle blackened stone(?)

and carrying me back home

i hear the language of flowers

and now i don't hear anything else





voices from nowhere seducing me

to all the lyrics(?) of the world

the balance has been disturbed

time stumbles drunkenly

wild lives are frozen(?)

until they're born again

ripening in the sun

i hear the language of flowers

and now i don't hear anything else





i wasn't cut out for this

but my heart was(?)

i wasn't cut out for this