Hale House
As I walk footless in the uncertain night;
I am boneless, I am bones
I am catacombes above the surface
Shrouding myself in my own nakedness.
As I sing voiceless while the colors turn to dust;
I am boneless, I am bones
I am the sun buried with my fathers
Shrouding myself in grass and stones.
As I lie bodiless in the stillborn dawn
I am boneless, I am bones
I am brought down by my wings
Shrouding myself in ash and smoke.