At last in the trembling leaves   This bone-cage slips away   Lost in the shivering trees   Your absent voice is clay   Last breath of green   First breath of stone   Sweep this cage of bone      Hungry for your desperate dreams   I hold exhaustion close   The shining world is all that it seems   I fall in love with ghosts   Whispering to you   Through reconstructed teeth   A cage of bone in the greenless wreath      Last breath of green   First breath of stone