Now a Creature

Give birth a flame
(And burn up)

They have creatured me
Spun from poles of sound skin-tight
They have creatured me
Do tell to the towns I’d like
How they have provided me
The only confection
To fit through my halter so far

Feel well
Alive in the root
Dream, wet well
Dream, chlorophyll

Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm

I should not be as trusting
I should not be as twisty
I will not be his cheek