I've seen the sun rise countless times
And I can name my countless captors
Who've shackled and pushed me up the road
See me poking at the ashes of my perennials
Settling soot pushed aside by the stoker
A dull antenna with the brains taken out
A leap from the Tarpian rock
A back broken every day
A life built on false histories
Here's to all the moments I couldn't care enough to write down
And all of the days spent in this way
The decanter now sits empty
Tallying up the worth of birds
Choking the neck of a grey goose
Pond ducks stand on mirror ducks
Like the closing portal of ancient water
I'm passing through the floor
Until the puddle is complete