all my delightncame out like a hock coughed up in the mornin'nsaw in the lightnwhat colors i didn't know how should i call themnsaint someone saidnto die daily--die daily implies be born dailynopen my head--na phoenix & doves fly out in the morningnnohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnout in the day, nownwhat bird-dogs suss me out in the field, yonup from the groundnhow i hear them snapping up at my heels, yonhot on my headnwhat light makes the heat makes the fire makes the ashnoh i thought i was deadna phoenix & doves fly out in the morningnnohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnsaint someone saidnto die daily--die daily implies be born dailynopen my headna phoenix & doves fly outna phoenix & doves fly outna phoenix & doves fly outna phoenix & doves fly outn