the eyes weep down to the mouth my mouths speaks into your open throat you will see it fell down from me it fell down from you into this open wound my hands grow into talons grabbing in gallons pebbles and bones your hands grow into shells i fill them up till you're standing prone you will see it fell down from me it fell down from you into this open tomb with our fingers counting the good ones leaving the bad ones we share a truth with our fingers parting strands and holding space for the bigger news we are fine our hearts intertwine i fell down from you into this open womb