there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road; there are some dragons who were built to have and hold, and some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly; and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees, and they sting so terribly; i do as i please, now i'm on my knees, your skin is something that I stir into my tea; and i am watching you, and you are starry, starry, starry...
