Arrowheads or Worse

New aura of sonic flora And that corrected set of gap teeth That allow me to sing less dissonantly I would swallow arrowheads or worse To demonstrate my empathy For how it must have felt for you To watch me at the altar once again Repeating vows through slanted mouths As all my life, I've alchemized your grief Ephemera of desert light! I was grown when I was five Blooming in unqualified defiance of my youth Like seven times of seventy The chariots are deafening And swinging low as I am thumbing rides To take the fire I have been prescribed The spiders are in the fallow My mother's listless But child me, with sugar cereal, ignores her warning Why couldn't we with ink the oceans fill? The sun rescinds its offer of celestial hallucination We the prone to melancholy (Will) hear the rooster crow and we will know Exactly how we've made you feel Ephemera of desert light! I was grown when I was five Blooming in unqualified defiance of my youth Like seven times of seventy The chariots are deafening And swinging low as I am thumbing rides You are where I will go when I die When I die When I die