Take me away from here. Pull my arms.
Spin me around and make me look at the sun until I go blind.
I'm not afraid. There are people walking down beautiful streets towards nothing.
Sometimes we break everything and put the mess in the closet of a back bedroom.
In a house that shines under the moon.
Deep in an elderly forest.
I have a sweater on that was once brand new.
Take it off me.
I have this fire in my mouth.
I have this underground spring.
It is a hidden spot.