tiny darling ghost holder tiny darling ghost holder you our soft spirit breather and you our bark skinned weaver remember you could weep fire remember you could weep fire remember you could weep fire with wild eyes with wild eyes ooo those wild eyes if you ring your cells like bells in a garden you plant your burdens way deep down in and water them daily from wells of salty guilt for sons who d pollinate the deadly that wild eye ooo that wild eye papa my pine whistler sparrow eyed sun misser papa my pine whistler sparrow eyed moon blisser mama my jaw clencher spirit mouth ghost dancer mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers antlers and ooo her wild eyes ooo her wild eyes so i will ring my cells like bells as you bind your father s molecules with roots of silver pierce him cedars with eyes like fingers picking bloody flowers his wild eyes ooo his wild eyes papa my pine whistler sparrow eyed sun misser papa my pine whistler sparrow eyed moon blisser mama my jaw clencher spirit mouth ghost dancer mama my vein braider thousand year bone burner mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers mama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlers mama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers antlers ooo her wild eyes ooo her wild eyes tiny green moss collector sweet tiny green moss collector remember you could catch fire remember you could catch fire remember you could catch fire with wild eyes with wild eyes ooo those wild eyes and once the river is rolling lower we ll gather lichen from the boulders we ll keep it dry inside our lockets we ll put this down down into our pockets we ll try try to leave the branch arms behind the swaying hands of pines their needles tugging at your skin trying to pull you back deep in their wooden womb of a hundred hearts hanging suspended moth eaten those muscles the size of your fist all floating around your head not knowing who they re a loving not knowing how fast they re a pumping not knowing how hard they re a beating not knowing who they re a punching those muscles the size of your fist all floating around your head and throwing punches like we throw the stones to the bottom of riverbeds who knows who is next to watch from under the currents the rapids rapidly raging while rapid while we re rapidly blinking our wild wild our wild our wild our wild eyes2