Kindling

Where I'm from, no light hits these branches; no grass uneaten, no forest barren
When I grasp there's no in between; no essence to pull from, no sentimental sheen
Will he ever find it again? Will he let it out?
Will he shed the weighted stomach pumping blood through the mouth?
Will he ever find it again?

Like clockwork, he says, Like clockwork it arrives
I'm counting down the hours till it overflows
He cries a song for his mother, he rests besides her chin
His kin echo in weakness, a gene feathered thin
Will he ever find it again? Will he let it out?
Will he shed the weighted stomach pumping blood through the mouth?
Will he ever find it again?

You've got no time left
I may as well be kindling

Go back, Go back, Go back
Go back, Go back

I am nobody, but nobody is me
I am nobody, but nobody is me
I am the cosmos, the solar king, so if this is nature then let it take it's course on me

Go back, Go back, Go back
Go back
Go back, Go back, Go back



Credits
Writer(s): Toby Hattemer
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