Bring me back in shackles,
hang me long out in the sun,
exonerate me, forget about me
I recommend measures for ending it.
Lover, she simply slammed the door.
She said, "you’re gonna miss me."
Wait and you’ll see." fully, completely
I ponder the endlessness of the stars,
ignoring said same of my father.
Either it’ll move me
or it’ll move right through me;