though devotion is gone it lingers on as you can t break a bond so long and in the meantime you get clean as you take your time tracing the bloodline through flesh on the vine under the family tree beyond the leaves you can t see you let your seeds grow there they go leaving you to sow bereft are your leaves beset with weeds and in your descendancy define a picture of needs that should never have been no they should not cos it was not created for you to empty your blood upon you got your own and i feel empty as i see i m not much farther you run for cover with the island daughter here in your mirror we re getting smaller and it s healthy but it s killing me to bother you run full of the feathers of a father a sister brother now me your mother