We have each other
Vulgar fictions of a callow iris
Purpose is lost
Heat rises and the foundation looms
Humidity will swallow the domicile and the ties that bind
And roots of Earth will consume my home
Under the lonely moon
And the stars that will never have any memory of us
The stone will crack
The windows will splinter under the weight of time
And as the bed burns
Our tongues and hands will be reclaimed by dirt
And roots of earth will consume our home