poniedziałek, 20 sierpnia 2012

Tree girl (song version)




A distorted tree sprung from a stone
Wall that was unbreached
And my every bone
Rotten, rotten

The place maketh me grow from ashes
I'll be a shadow for the tree
That's still a seed in ground but flashes
up and up it grows through me
Water no longer moves the mill with eaves
A trunk from the leg 
My face made of leaves
Rotten, rotten


The place maketh me grow from ashes
I'll be a shadow for the tree
That's still a seed in ground but flashes
up and up it grows through me
Does matter matter? But how?
Will it survive? Will it die now?
A ghost in the machine?
Nature's child? Worms' cuisine?
Fools' feast? At least...




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