Brilliant the Brilli Ant
Find yourself at ease
Push your feet in the ground like you were trees
And fill your broken mouth up with sound
Songwaves and arcs
When you were sixteen were you pining for cones
Mining for keys and burning apple cores, semaphore
Fortune and flies?
While you cry I'll cut your hair
And thread your fingers through my own
Leaves and twigs and vines
Will cover your arms and legs and eyes
And place you quietly cradled
In the arms of the Earth
Through chaotic claps of thunder
You have found yourself sleeping
Open wide, push your wings through
This garden green skin
Darkness made of steam
Will crawl from your mouth into the sea
And take whatever got into you
Back to the deep
Find yourself at ease
Push your feet in the ground like you were trees
And let your heartbeat slow
As the tide ebbs and it flows