it's apparent to me
that you've over used apparently
while setting the bones
while arranging the tones.
light has been shed
that you're being over fed
with the things of the day
happening so far and away.
now, back here, and so on
you've washed all the bedding
and gutted the lawn
seeming almost all naked
and your slippers half on.
we've lost our connection
the one you thought we had
because we had blood
passed on from the dead
so i will give you pause,
when i wash you away
for our need to keep knowing
is greater than to say,
fare thee well, so long.