I've been living through days,
carrying no burden.
But the shit I've cut off
and my resignation
until the sun grows crimson
crept across my limbs and
and I saw they were other
and them decay in the sun
and from my ginger chest
came the sound of thunder
I am not a father
I am not a farmer
I tremble to speak of it
held her in my arms and
pressed her to my heart and
pressed my hands on her lap
I know the words of his love
I will be his bearer
with him and my heart I'll mend it
in my heart: completion