Obedear

I came down over the
Sleepy mountains where
Our wide toes plunged
Into the weeping shale
To tear our skin up off from the
Bottom leaves our ankles bare

Don't just wander back and forth
And leave it
Build it into pinnacles and shrines of some
Some ghastly predicament
Of mine you'll find leaves us
Plastered to a bed of hairs

With me all coiled up
Near the bottom
With my chest, unbeared

Oh but dear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm in gauze
With grateful arms
With grateful arms

Oh but dear, the sky is low
Watch fluent sea men
Rig their rudders
So they'll graze it
With their wind arrows
'Tis in the fathoms that
That they brush below

Oh my dreams
Come back to me
Back to me, back to
Oh my wrinkles
Build on me
Build on me, build on

Oh but dear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm in gauze
With grateful arms
With grateful arms