This phone call is a suture Sewing scars into our future With the sweet smell of Vitamin E Rubbed daily into our memory And after years of the internal infernal gleam We’d be bustin’ now if we had seams You called when fall was on the ground And it all came tumbling after Love has an urgent kind of sound Like an anvil swinging from the rafters You’re gone in the way of proximity You’ve been growing on the sun and soil in me How did such a distant light learn to eclipse I’ve been living days like nights, with sleepingness And I implore for some more contact Mopping shadows gets too abstract You called when fall was on the ground And it all came tumbling after Love has an urgent kind of sound Like an anvil swinging from the rafters Bottling a waiting wishing quiet When the heavens screamed “accelerate!” Now I’ll make like a river And I’ll rush While I wait I once caught a lifetime of seasickness from dreaming of boats.