Lament for the Brilliance of Wolves

Like the quick has an angry separation
The well has almost, a kind of, resigned separation
it's not really part of the phase

Well, maybe next...

(quick/quick/swell/waltz)

something patient like a vault, sinking and dissolved in code or loose with guesses and limitless

Is my (waiting) fault, ( I feel no guilt, but relief, no completion but

you

reach

as a singer, the point when you have to overcome that

or develop for it a location in the voice and travel their words

the main threat to wolf populations is loss of habitat


There comes a time to wake up to what's happening
There comes a time to get out of what's happening
I love you more than what's happening

lament for the killing of wolves
for the shooting of wolves
for the surveillance of wolves by helicopter
for their rebellion
for the young rebel cubic packs gentrified by lament
for the song they stack into psalm
salty in the honest air

I love you more than what's happening