well she left us with emeralds in our eyes
and a field of wildflowers in our hair
and they left her body lying
on the horace greely highway
on the fourth of july when there was nobody there
but what light is this?
she awoke the next morning from the sand and the foam
borne on the back of something sinister
and casting her eyes
to the funeral pyre
she cries all these rivers they must roll on forever
what light is this?
released February 26, 2016
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