Melting Grid-Julie Byrne

[00:37.94]paper that's quick to burn, and the cinnamon peeler [00:50.39]beetles crushed that dye the carmine, well [00:56.44]i exist to be dreaming still [01:02.57]kansas, arkansas [01:08.26]my fields they're always rich and in fire [01:14.74]long work labor not worth our minds [01:20.54]and i long forgotten the feeling of silence [01:27.05]and if the roses need not tending [01:34.43]until, until noon i'd sleep [01:41.40]never could i have gone on that way [01:47.71]because money's not the thing that's ever given me sight [02:00.77]colorado, wyoming, helena into the evergreen [02:12.71]and the wilds washed all thought of endeavor that was left in me [02:25.20]and would you ask my permission [02:32.22]the next time you absorb me? [02:39.36]preserve my memory of the mystic west [02:46.08]as i lay no claim to the devotion i felt [02:58.56]our conversation, it banks in me [03:04.32]and i had almost forgotten the nature of dawn [03:10.58]i thought of it for days after [03:17.23]even months after the moments were gone [03:23.56]but i'd get so lonely inside that room [03:30.53]no matter who would ever wait for me [03:37.71]i get so lonely inside that room [03:44.64]no matter who would ever wait for me