Burrow

Bellyful

She lies with roots before bed

Timeless, entwined

Weightless in kind

Outside the womb renewed

Too soon

Old age and youth

Da Capo

In truth

So, from now on there's

No joy, no grief

Pious like a thief

With one hand, you take and give

Mercy, you sorely will be missed

Down here

Low

Felt your spleen move in mine

In the landslide of your care

Birds of breath undermined

Blow away, it's only fair

Choir winds climb above

Hosts of men that dwell on earth

Carving bedrock into the deep

That no music reach their sleep, so

No joy, no grief

Burrowed like a beast

With one hand, you tame and pierce

Mercy, you sorely will be missed

Down here

Low