Pull in, Draw Back, Repeat.

Time gave back nothing that it took from me
High is the sky when you feel so small
Little roses on her cheeks
Only her eyes would speak so sweet to me

The worst things
will be all your grace
The first things
will never leave the days

The snake in Garden God will break you slow
all you wish to steal and to have and hold
and it goes, unceasing gravity, it pulls
the ground below releasing all your heat

The worst things
are writ on your face
The first things
you hide behind every trace

Breathe in the fear
When the demon's at bay
Breathe for the year
never breathing again
Breathe in the fear
when the beast is at bay
Breathe in the air
so that nothing is said

And not so much the pull as much as draw
If there was ever a body by the walk
Running for a home she found in me
all that I could do was let it be; relief