dogs are barking in an alley way 
they're fighting over bones 
I love the moment till I curse the day 
breaking bottles over stones 
and I have seen the grass's easy sway 
under [bad word] overgrown 
and I have known the near to move away 
how the wind was overblown 

enormous things that will remain unseen 
like mountains under seas 
there was no love to buy, but love to glean 
like apples under trees 
but I, I was not hungry, I was not lean 
and I had bedding under me 
now engines of a boat sound on a stream, 
turning under steam 

as if the dog could find a better place to go, 
peering though a screen 
as if the fabric I destroy I will resew, 
I'm cutting though a seam 
I have seen the light a forest throws, 
scattered through the green 
and I have seen a woman set aglow, 
breaking through the beam 

how the wind was overblown 
breaking bottles over stones 
I under-knew the over-known 
I understood the overtone 
how they're fighting over bones