you are now my brother we share the blood that spills down across stivey pond through lavender you can smell the truth it s due you are now my lovely our time is all but one leaf that falls from dying oak autumn s desert summer s cloak as every season tries to swallow you it s due we won t be chosen through the aching sound of feeble bellied puppets hungry as the sawn rising till it s gone we are now discovered hovering cloaked in air above the ground and under stairs breathing in the sweetened air through lavender you can smell the truth it s due