There was no moon.
So that I can soon honour me
And all that I have become
And all that I am soon to be.
And no matter how much you want to escape them
You will never escape yourself.
But nobody can tell.
I can see now
I can feel now
Yes I truly taste your citrus buds.
And the L and O and V and E at my feet, won’t change it…
“…like chains had been broken from my ankles and handcuffs torn from my wrists. It was as if coming out of a uniform and into my own clothes.”