Dollar boy and biscuit girl
Mix worlds. I'm included
I'm honoured. Where's the premise?
That birds fly home
And death's roost is right here
We make a trinity and jump
Right, that's our pyramid, there, fixed

Then I met Scully and the Green man
With his six children
One for each eight weeks
We dring healths and star the hunt up
Amid the usual ceremonies
You can see us there, jumping

One day I was foxed and caught
Became a plough
Driven to work, I shaped
The fields to say land
Do crops grew but the marks are there
To your right hand and very bright

Driven at last across
The whole country, I was a trace
Of lines, past mines and villages
I was a map of the new
Some of us are routes
Some destinations, some turned to
Self-defeating circles
But I'm a new constellation to learn


There's something in the way of that star
The light doesn't get here

We was
Kick step tailed and sierra balled
That high!
Was never worn down
Or worn out - here's why

Was up all day night
Weekend trip union

Was gloved honey
Was I

Were you?

Bomb goddess mulch kitten
& letter child

Was never stood up
Or stood down
That wild!

Was always out gone
Far around and there


Was quick honey
Was I

Were you?

Was emptied and destined
Sent cared and determined

Was never put down
Or put out
That early!

Was kept sealed

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