all these fugitives runnin
from what might i know
no
not another who bothers
with that shit
that trip into what
and
let it be suddenly
they'll sing

while the sensitive leaves
say nothing in earnest
reply

don't stay another day
though i love you
here
dearly
dear
please i ask
just
leave tonight

there's simply

too much we
-dom to re-i,
too much texture to unfeel,

and too much light to
new-see through the shadows
that coat

all these fugitives runnin
safe at last in the dry ditches,
alone, swearing we're free

& undiscovery can't find our spot
when we so slick covered
like this

oh no
can't no one find us here
no way