there was a woman no head of her own   her body was soft her bed was stone   twist up the rags for her alone   we are all awkward in this world unkown      she had fell to sleep obscene   as if her life had never been   twist up the rags and wash her clean   she has become the Slumber Queen      she is there to visit but she cares for none   her sleep is calm her hair undone   she moves her mouth and words are won   she says take your blessed and things and run      there is joy in sorrow there is love intense   the things she says may not make sense   twist up the rags for eloquence   because she herself is blessed and ignorant      my heart is dirty my life is clean   my legs are weak from walking me   carry me down so I can see   she has not moved the Slumber Queen      queen says there is no light there is no phone   there is this when you're alone   your blood on the paper and your socks full of stones   we are all awkward in this world unknown