We're all soft from toil
Buried in the garden
The four winds now have blown
Did you regard them
Laid to rest in soil
Release your carbon
Sorry about the bones
I beg your pardon
The souls remoteness
Can you, can you place it now
A magnum opus
Will you, will you show me how
The tide approaches
Is this what they talked about
A swarm of locusts
Yawning, they fall out my mouth