your skeletons in the closets. let's see what we can't see
unlock your books for a change. glass excavated. bits of china. mulberry row scars still remain. bones are everywhere
aren't they? our families spring from their graves. their sunday best don't fit them bones the same way and wine is seeping from
the barrel staves.again. i'm in your tea room toasting lives unchanged. outside rusted joints prove souls asleep can flowers blooms from this vintage?
relative skeletons nervously shuffle
we glance around community of our own. quiet valley drips with hints of laughter. mr. jefferson
can we slip these bones?
and bones are everywhere
aren't they?
what do you think they'd see through those trees? 'resurrected spirits dancing
' you don't say!?
we danced and drank the sun! it over flowed and washed the past away. we roamed! echo! laughter! spirits danced a jig around their graves.then came the rain. a garden craves a balance of both. from the garden
they're all running from the garden
we're all looking for the garden. so much to maintain. bones are everywhere aren't they? ghosty spirits dash right past me. finding hidden spaces
favored places. families disperse to there graves. bones are here to stay aren't they? we cultivate the bones that we're of. sir