Athom

You seeded one seed, my love
Now rampant like cancer grows
And I bow and talk with none again
Head’s sinking, eyes down, they found
A stoned body, gliding to the ground
Forlorn too lorn to move
There’s so much to do, so much to live
Everything is said
But my love is going mad
Pry out the street
It’s too late to be easy
We’re beating the cleat
Dried out of heat
Tower me
Over me
Just as you wanted
To avoid it
You already hold it
In your hand