Joy Electric Ponderance Need Not Know
I begin to unfold like envelopes sent
By the the hands of those who unfold
From the early part of a childhood, mispent
I remeber books I now misquote
Hush below
Oh, oh ponderance need not know
All the icicles from the house that hanged us
I realize they still melt on us
You decline to reach for the apparatus
I cry as they carry you out
Down to the earth
From before our birth
Kept sealed
