In wisest insect's name I chant
With haste of fire in brown grass flying
My cry not just a deadman's rant
Oak eyes observe earth multiplying-
She morphs into the finest dust
Her love consumed by moths
She dreams as every schoolgirl must
Her food composed of thoughts
She holds back miles of snow inside
The net that is her skin
Her sternum severed, open wide
Yet he never could come in
She was born in sticky starlight’s eyes
A simple anomaly
She would give her soul to realize
To climb, to strive, to see
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