Where’d she go? Lost her mind Lost her rhyme Lost in stagnant time Stuck on rewind The horizon fell down a groundhog hole An endless...

she’s the sage burning in your gut if only you could see it the thin veil of smoke separating you from Eden if you can follow it ride her

I am a snow-capped mountain if ever you make it to the top you’ll see my peaks and troughs my climaxes, my depressions