Shoot me, shoot me if you can
for only then will I be still
be still among the long green ferns
and canted crooked in the grass

try to swallow, swallow then
and find it will be just like rocks
swallowing rocks so hard and brown
that rain can’t wash away, wash down

though I bleed, I bleed in grief
and mourn red, silver-grey, mourn black
I still am, still, in every breath
of wind and every star kissed cloud

because I love you love you love
because I conjure memory
because I choose my long blue path
I am ever always free

So shoot me, shoot me if you can
for only
then will I be
still