Swimming up from sleep
The last morning dream
The sun bleeds
On white bondage sheets
Love currency
The Shaman says
That the dead forget
The Shaman says
The dead forget
My hand between your legs
A splintered truth
The glitter tear drop makes
Enough fragments to carry us through
To day break
The Shaman says
That the dead forget
The Shaman says
The dead forget
When we talk we’re Graffito
When we talk it’s vandalism
When we talk it’s an illusion
The Shaman says
I’m the peahen that pretends
To wear
The peacock’s blooms
Looking under the bed
In all the cupboards
Behind the doors
Under the covers
The Shaman says
That the dead forget
The Shaman says
The dead forget
Don’t take what I say too seriously
Don’t take what I say at all
Just sleep silently
You lead I follow
In the never ending fall
The Shaman says
The Shaman says
The Shaman says
The Shaman says