Obedear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and gods
With grateful arms
Obedear, the sky is low
Gather up its harm and gods
With grateful arms
--"Obedear" by Purity Ring
O but dear
it's been creeping up on me
not the fire that blazes through
like the oblivious frog yet to notice
the temperature has begun to rise
O but dear
my limbs ache in suspension
marionette strings pulled taut
as self control dons its war bonnet
in tribute to delayed gratification
O but dear
two honeybees in a dance
show where the sweetest nectar lies
winter abdicates to springas i wring these restless hands
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