Such a thing
Between sheets
time
exists
Somehow forgiven
Thorns driven
Bled
Acorns fell
Upon oak
A century passed
And then
The dead
Then the dead
We never question
The answers
We’re fed
Floating
upon salt
Within earth
Dank, frozen
and wet
Such a thing
Between sheets
time
exists
Somehow forgiven
Thorns driven
Bled
Acorns fell
Upon oak
A century passed
And then
The dead
Then the dead
We never question
The answers
We’re fed
Floating
upon salt
Within earth
Dank, frozen
and wet