When it’s been so many days
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​since windshine swept through
So many bays at a swollen tooth moon
And the child inside me doesn’t know what to do

I remember a bottle, just swimming with poes
And a boy wanders through, and the bottle just grows…
And there’s spirits that fluster and plum in the corners
painting the world that he knows

Heartborn enchantment that soars for a spell
And pours from the mouth in a globbering swell
Till only a child, looking through glass
Fawns at the gones of the world going past

Is it big enough?  He wonders For me to fit through?
This hole in the bottle, leaking all that he knew