Roll Me Over Next to the Wall

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The Marks Ranch
Dawn, Friday 25 September

Now, what is rounder than a ring,
And higher than the trees?
And what is worse than a woman's curse,
And what is deeper than the sea?
And which bird sings first, which one best?
Where does the dew first fall
And you and I in a bed might lie


Eris......Eeerrrrrrriiiiiiisssssssss......

My lips draw back in a grin. My eyes slowly open.

Earth is rounder than a ring,
And Heaven is higher than the trees.

She's here in my arms.

The Devil is worse than a woman's curse,
And Hell is deeper than the sea.

I draw her close to me, inhaling the smell of olive trees and lightning and Disorder.

The lark sings first and the thrush sings best
And the earth is where the dew falls

"And you and I in a bed must lie,
Roll me over next to the wall."

I place my lips softly against her forehead and sigh softly.

[OPEN to Eris]

[CLOSED]