underneath the roots i'm sleeping
in my wake jays are weeping
fairy tales bleed out of me
crawl beneath the tree
i'm still awake
at least my chest bursts open
lungs are free to breath
heart's copious topography in me
sine cries air and purity
on the moss i rest
fern covers my chest
all lies and tales drowned in the fen
on glacial glade i'll find my end
i'm still awake