blooming graves

Happiness volition aspect of perdition
Going gentle sour rips through the cabana
Banana tree dropping your rotten cargo
Sweep spirits turn off our growth
Danger falling bananas
Danger falling leaves
Damming river flow
Each fall a taller mountain grows
Where we will be as high as tree
Dwelling upon towering molasses
Teeth crooked rotting
Eating into our flesh
Bury the blooming graves
Sing the sunken ships
Blowing bubbles in retreat
Quieting each breath I breath

RC