Sleeping Spine

Sleeping spine, can you still recall my name? Am I a morning moon in April? Am I a swell of bees or a locust plague, Sleeping spine? Sleeping spine, do you still feel my fall from grace? And does a smile, a sunlit smile Still light upon your lucid face? I see the water turning green And all the nightjars swarm like flies Around a rotting apple's seeds I see you sprawled upon on the shore See you hold your lamp aloft As you walk softly through the cold, To meet me there, somewhere so long ago And when at last you ruptured Did I let go of you? For in my memory you keep desperately calling out to reach me But you never make it through Sleeping spine, so strange to think you're still alive And though I know just where you've gone to, You are somewhere I will never find Sleeping spine