Protection is
A wet thick thorn
Carved by bound feet
A veiny support, a veiny support
The hammer hits it in, the hammer hits it in
The stake is stabbed
The stake is stabbed
I'm not myself, me are you
Salute!
Embrace the moon!
Your war
I am resisting the earth
Trying to get where
A different context of elsewhere grounded is
Boring
Trying so hard
To not be
But
The portal enters the old oven at my grandma's
Is there inside us and we are shaking with it
Have to be careful, peeking at the power between
Who it was
We are trying to make contact
That is not a promise
A spirit is not a promise
Look at the old notebooks
All in pencil lead drifts away from letters
I am my ancestor
Telling me what to do