the horses are asleep with heavy eyes that close in dreams they trace the path by which the river flows let spirit now align with the estuary as nightfall s open mouth howls out to the sea it starts with a kick then hips align vertically muscle and bone assemble the carriage of her arms breaks free i douse this bulrush with petrol from a can and into the forest with it lit i ran i m a man i m a man i m a man with a child s heart the horses are asleep the stable door will lock count the hours you keep on a ballerina clock let spirit now align with the current of the breeze as nightfall s open mouth howls out through the trees it starts with a kick then hips align vertically muscle and bone assemble the carriage of her arms breaks free i douse this bulrush with petrol from a can and into the forest with it lit i ran i m a man i m a man i m a man with a child s heart