Windless

It's coming on again

Spoilt fruit spilling over

And rotting the rest

Spoiling the flesh

This world is so comfortable

Within my rote machinations

Keep coming back

Decay kept intact

How to feel air

In windless sails

I want to be beautiful

I want to be hollow

I want to be clean again

Down to the marrow

I want to feel air

In windless sails