Pulse
Rogue Valley
3:48little white forest flower at the grasses edge running on the eaves the frost is creeping you can feel it in your knees I have never been so still I'm a wolf watching stalking its kill I will play the game the wilderness untamed feels no pleasure feels no pain I wash my clothes in the sink I twist my shirt and wring the water free I look into the tea before I drink I twist a lemon and wring the bitterness free the bees are sleeping so they won't miss a drop of honey a little sweetness little white forest flower no one else will see I have to come to rest in a vacant nest in the skeleton trees