So tomorrow I’ll almost go as far as to sell you
Since, as I think you’re aware
We’re so meaningless

And yes, I know,
He doesn’t barter
Neither shoveling swill
But come to think of you,
Nor do I
So I start on the lily
Sing beyond birds
Ring me, a pond betwixt
Circumstantial,
Love me as I
The swallow, the sky,
Brooch to the wall
A canticle motioning words
Apathy, hold me
I fell to your foyer in arms