one bishop left on the board

i have letters from you that you wrote in your sleep

i will now leave here but don’t follow me

i see circles

feels like i'm somewhere off the compass

last night i dreamt that somebody loved me

i go away, past the hills, past the day

drink a little poison before you die

and tell your ghost to let me be

as my fingers search for a crack in the ice

stop me if you think you've heard this one before

if i were a fish and you were a seashell would you marry me anyway

i can't give you all my dreams

see the bones behind my eyelids they're dancing

we'll spoil the pretty snow that never feels real

and if all else fails as all else do

all that he saved for went missing again

the birds will all fly from my head

when your gown dissolves in a prayer

the dust runs, the dark clouds, but not us