That child folded under me like a century of war-torn pages blown away and tethered into nowhere.
Now we sing alone, tearstruck.
A distant home falls harder every second but the skylorn crows don’t stop their skulking.
They are merciless.
One night the breach will break,
The music untangled into rapture beyond earthly recognition will stream through our veins again,
rising against storms that enrage survival.
Let’s leave lovelessness to rot away.
Just stay still with me underneath the stardusted shadow cries while we wait.
