there is nothing wrong with us

There is something wrong with us,

A problem with the child inside

Yes, the curious one--amputated

before it could flesh out its joy

And be heard beyond miles

Yes, I know of it

Exiled

Now you cannot ever get relief or full expression

And today,

A rotten core it stinks of foul play

You are a twig that’s weak and grey

Mayday, mayday

There is a problem with this one’s file play

They are all mixed up in dangerous ways

The cause of a tenet early on it seems,

Preventing a guise no con down deep

Mayday, mayday

They’ll say Here is a twig that’s meek and plays

Thinking beauty feeling pain

Stop it befor-

You clench that tree's bark,

Cough in from your gut's rot

Suddenly the curious one you find

Wind leaving your gaping mouth in worlds

Your voice reverberates the land

Causes a continental crack

A threshold gone infold

Amputated, you yell LARK

Are heard by One from within the deep Dark

Are heard beyond the Nile and mountains

Are heard by One not of this world but entwined

A split second is all it took

Back to the infold you were consumed

But guess what my dear,

He was so delighted he took your shoes and with them brushed his hair

And guess what my dear,

You can never go back

For How-de-do!

You exchanged eternal numbers too

My dear there is nothing wrong with us

Within the infold you're clenched

neck held by kaos arms mold in smog

But your address is somewhere else

Right there within the deep dark

Right here Within the deep deep dark