Hearts dwell, cellophane walls;
Blocking out the bees who sting,
And the lark who calls.
The boiling heat trapped—confide,
Has nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide.
Lose the flood
Of the pain and blood,
Stuck in the past,
Lack of love.
Tangled in soil
Made arrest from the sun,
Thus when the bulwark drops down
Strings start to strum.
