Ha ha ha I told you so
Are you haunted?
Counting up the lines of the rings, counting religiously
Pushing feeling through the phloem
And the stoma they open
And please keep this, tying up the ends of the seams
And please keep this, grafting, grafting memories
From the tree it grows, growing in the shape you are in
And the buds they open
And a heart beating from antler branches
Bleeding xylem truths
And please keep this, tying up the ends of the seams
And please keep this, grafting, grafting memories
No I don't believe this holding up the mismatching leaves
No I don't believe this it's dying, dying, dying on me