Number - Unpersons

i can’t see nothin'

but a sphere

and the children are all

filled with straw.

filled with chaff.

(i'm flow… er… ing with the grains)

i fear

a dagger you

struck me

coming slightly.

whispers

i lapped milk from her

the inside of her elbows

like a cat

softly struck me.

i go out staggering, after midnight

just hopin'

the dark wind whispers down dark hallways

to me

to me I fear

well, that’s just my way

of sayin'

daggers.

the salt from the inside of her wrists

weeping beams

hold up the moonlight

out in the moonlight keep me staggerin'

hold me up

sdaggerin' across a long black nothing.

i fear a sphere

dagger

you.