Tolerant rust.

Turn yourself red

With tolerant rust

As lines creep through time

And spread fissures through dust

Build yourself high

With colossal surprise

As the sky pulls in tight

To cross peaks and lead light

Allow bodies to flow

Through spider-vein rivers

Through forests of red

And find yourself gone

Allow mist above snow

Through its long-winded travels

And find yourself empty

Find yourself free

To wish for the fall

And wait for the red

To creep past the lines

And flood past the dead

To scratch at the sky

Turn air into rust

To pick up the pieces

And carry the dust

Please pick up our pieces,

And carry our dust.