Fineshrine

Get a little closer

let fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

The rungs of me be under

under you

I'll take the South pockets gladly

Over the rocky cliffs that you leap

To peer over and not forget what feet are

Splitting threads of thunder over me

But I might see with my chest and sink

Into the edges round you

Into the lakes and quarries that brink

On all the edges round you

round you

round you

Get a little closer

let fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

Through arms that may be crowns over you

Get a little closer

let fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

Though arms that may be under

under you

I'll take the South pockets likely

Over the rocky cliffs that you leap

To peer over and not forget what feet are

Splitting threads of thunder over me

Listen closely

closely to the floor

Emitting all its graces through the pores

You make a fine shrine in me

You'll build a fine shrine in me

But I must see with my chest and sink

Into the edges round you

Into the lakes and quarries that brink

On all the edges round you

round you

round you

Get a little closer

let fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

Through arms that may be crowns over you

Get a little closer

let fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

Through arms that may be under

under you