Don't run,
From what you cannot hide...

This day, Winter sat upon the land,
Its bloodless knife sitting in its open hand...

Draw back to unknown
All these fish, swimming with their bones out...

Bend
shake...

You've got constellations hidden in your smile,
Show them to me...

The red, splattered, feathers are falling
Trace down the windows...

Colour leach between lines,
Ink is that...

Many, many aeons ago Sol was modest and the stars...
They glowed amongst his brilliance...

I was conceived in
A flurry of paper and ink...

He steps from the icy grip of Winter and into
the cool waters of Spring...

Pure voice of a child
Calls me from within...

I don't want your lies,
Save your tears for them...