That shark-filled sky may be our roof
but shelter with me now from this rain
I will speak to you with my body
But I no longer remember the words
they give hard edges and meanings
to everything beautiful and true
that should remain free and expanding
inconstant shape-shifting and feral
and prowling the dangerous skies
but shelter with me now from this rain
I will speak to you with my body
But I no longer remember the words
they give hard edges and meanings
to everything beautiful and true
that should remain free and expanding
inconstant shape-shifting and feral
and prowling the dangerous skies
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