I’m telling secrets to a memory
wrapping my arms around what used to be
and she is listenig carefully
while i mistake miscreants for the ministry of reality
my harlequin shadow she exudes a saint like patience
something i mistook for otherworldliness years ago
But ohh how she floats even now!
ohh how she floats
ohh how she floats
she floats up on violence
my lady i white lace
she makes trades in violence
she hovers on instinct
a violenc crown of thorny leaves