Cane came and he weighed my name against the sunnWith cold coalescent moon for each deed I’ve donenI’ve scratched and choked (the dawn) against the wallnFor each tree and rock and verb I swallowed wholenAnd what you need is a fading phrase to frame your cheeknAnd what you’ll see are the sorry sounds and they way they sinknSo I put my knees on the sidewalk where the swallow sleepsnAnd I learned to singnYes I learned to sing from the gallows’ creaknnSwing (love) with a common tongue in a mortal starnPlace bets when you (climb a brain) nWe’ll cut the knotsnIn the dusky dark they come the sun is warmnAnd I scratched and resuscitatenNow the day is donenAnd what you heard were the sorry sounds nand they way they were meant to walk the hollow cross from craw to dirgenand you sold it off nyeah you sold it off for a sin occurrednyou know it’s worth when the sins are curednnPress dropped cause you eyelids lie at this heightnThere’s a place where the trees all die and let the lightnOf the sun burn each one into a grimnPut its lips where the brick had rotnAre quivering’nCause what was gone was the simple shapes your breath had drawnnAnd you stared in awe at the weeks you’d only filled with humnAnd your lungs they sunk the last plum wisp of a dropping sunnAnd your red light’s onnYeah your red light screams like a buzzing dawnnnCreak, cure, dawnn