You make me feel sunny, you make me feel
Honey inside of my mouth.
Song of Songs in my limbs,
Like a light to a moth.
Words in my lips are -
stolen.
I’m a creature of smallness,
a weasel in forests,
a mouse
under a blueberry bush
Shush - don’t scare them
So little
So swollen by big
and disgraceful world.
Sky is scraped by a claw
of skyscrapers,
by a scythe
of a town.
I need to work hard,
But I’m falling down
Down
Down
Lower
To the nature of life.
