Geranium

A light in an empty room Opens call through your chest You can enter through a trapdoor Brought in by the rest Glass flower in an empty drawer Why throw the things you've picked? Stale for some, Geranium So wither in a great white hum You won't feel pain The way you knew That echo follows sunshine And brings it home to you Glass flower in an empty drawer Why throw the things you've picked? Stale for some, Geranium So wither in a great white hum