Don’t bother your father putting out fires I just wanted your presence not your power so can’t we play or is there something dangerous about am I the problem I must be the foolish child he wants me to grow up
does the spirit die on the page or does it live in mom’s magic non-sequiter g-not gate said my displaced anger moving mirror of my fear how can I speak of blackness in my heart if I can hardly find truth in the air so place your periods by the beat spirit friend I see you there thank you for your presence as I tremble in my lonely scare to control is folly yet to surrender is futile so teach me the truth of hope where trust is like plaid and a certain kind of death is giving yourself away to who calls but daemon darling anima inside me heavenly father i see you queering for me so who is that saying enough of your crying? “FIRE FIRE” oh believe me believing is easy