Instar

There bleeds a river through our gardens With all the litter of the seasons It scarred our bodies as we fought them But without them, we never really grew There bleeds a river through our gardens With all the litter of the seasons It scarred our bodies as we fought them But without them, we never really grew The spring advances like a walker The way a city grows a skin The moss unreeling over bricks unfeeling In the wind we shiver like an instar Youth becomes a wish becomes a winter We stalk our shadows on the snow For all our kisses still the woods resist us For they know we're nothing but an instar There bleeds a river through our gardens With all the litter of the seasons It scarred our bodies as we fought them But without them, we never really grew The lake it brings some wings a-humming To write some claret message on my arm That this incarnation, this divine creation Your perfection is nothing but an instar There bleeds a river through our gardens With all the litter of the seasons It scarred our bodies as we fought them But without them, we never really grew The ancients draped their poor in honey To keep mosquitoes from the king Will all our ages, all of history's wreckages Be a sting, or nothing but an instar? There bleeds a river through our gardens With all the litter of the seasons It scarred our bodies as we fought them But without them, we never really grew