Madeline Becoming Judy Lyrics

Whisper to the dancing graveyard
of words immutable, laid threadbare:
the non-self hewn from languor,
the non-name drawn from light.

Turn the endless figment, your
hand's waver in lamplit memory, a psalm:
the mirror lashed moribund
to verdigris and rancor.

Fill my lungs with amethysts,
my hollow nouns with gales
of smirking, flickering glass,
of meaning condemned to ruin
your mouth on my name.

Emerald and ruby pared,
fawned in fallen permanence.
Heavensent in fabric flared,
desiccate as ermine hence.
Tower birthed by mirrored feint.

Death blows by blows'
recalcitrant cheeks
these vacant
pigeonhearted memories
but the sun is an empty word,
and your name is a field of poppies.