Eisengrau from Dwindlesill by windowsill

I didn’t get your letter dear
But I don’t care
I don’t care at all
My legs are kicking in the air
I point one foot up and
Look at the way my toes shake
A body moves like it breathes
They flap like a windsock
They flap like a wing
I could’ve been a rock
I could’ve been a rock
But I’m not

I must have packed up all my fear
Oh I don’t care
I don’t care at all
I strip the winter wide and clear
Desire is an echo
The trees receive it
Bounce back
And tells me what I need about
The leaves tell me loving
The wind tells me sing
Abounding in the grace
Abounding in the grace
Is love

Deciding now is not so clear
Oh I don’t know
I don’t know at all
I wish my mind was meek and mere
To throw in the caulinder
And rinse in rain that’s fresh here
The flail like noodles in the sink
But it’s fierce like a tidal
It’s fierce like the flood
When the spigot lets me run
When the spigot lets me run
I run

• Alternative
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