I don't know precisely which day Coloured me other Perchance it may have been a slow bleed So I cut out whichever shape I need I don't sue for rescue, I'm as free as I have ever been Don't want another rock to hang about my neck You see bejeweled I see bedecked in dead stars And nothing touching me Nothing touchig me I am glad for open windows I call the birds that do not come You Beak and Dead-Eyed, welcome Bones bleach of the city And when I'm done, I'm done. I'm done Keep eternal for your worry I don't want to look upon another word this hard so lightly thrown I say disarm, I hear disown, It sounds familiar And nothing touching me Nothing touchig me I don't want another rock to hang about my neck You see bejeweled I see bedecked in dead stars I don't want to look upon another word this dear So lightly spent And what says here Means came and went It sounds familiar Nothing's touching me Nothing's touching me