Tell me about the dream where we pull bodies out of lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late no one could sleep horses running until they forget that are horses. It's not like a tree roots have to end somewhere it's more song on policeman's radio how rolled up carpet so dance days were bright red every time kissed there another apple slice into pieces. Look at light through windowpane. That means noon we're inconsolable. all this love too will ruin us. These our bodies possessed by light. we'll never get used it.