Sea water is flowing from the

middle of my thighs

Wild buffalo are dancing on

cliff tops in the skies

Adorn me in feathers

from dead birds and

contemplate the size of

leather palettes to wind me in

Put shutters on my eyes

They''ll cover the hills

with their sweet flesh

and soft nails

They''ll cover the doors

with their screens that

their minds disposed

Write it down, write it down,

down the names and dates

of the daughters

who pour out of me

like grandmother''s vines

They hang from the plates

and my eyes see their (?)

pretty long lashes and beards

guarding the reign of me from them

heedless, trembling toes

gathering rain (?)

in their sockets and creases and holes

They''ll cover the hills

with their sweet flesh

and soft nails

They''ll cover the doors

with their screens that

their minds disposed

They''ll weave their own souls

into the frame to grow their foliage in

They''ll sew their own hands

into their beds to keep them crawlers out

to keep them crawlers out

to keep them crawlers out

to keep them crawlers out

keep them crawlers out

keep them crawlers ou