Everywhere

Everywhere there are old women who used to have two sons.

Sons be tricky stretchy devils oh but look at them Be.

Be humble when the moodwind strikes you high

High step it go catch it two-fisted the updrafts cool.

Cool you can wear like a kilt till it comes unpinned

Unpinned is a wolf with a taste for heartbeats

Heartbeats my love, slowing, heartbeats everywhere.

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Everywhere there are old women who had two sons, once.

Once they talked plain, there were dinner conversations, sober.

Sober me here, now, steady the growling forward drive.

Drive us a softer bargain, pillow the getting old.

Old women everywhere who had two sons, way back when.

When the wolfwinds howl, is that the memory rock?

Rock it back, rock it backstream, stream it everywhere.