How did your weeping rip forth my song, when did you become my sighing voice?

I haunt to your harmony.

Jesus God, but you've got a hell of a cry, sears like lit oil or burning violins through my lungs. Your fingers strum along my vocal chords, fly upon my veins--shiver shiver.

Interpreter, I know you're hurting. Are your troubles in your mouths, ringing against your teeth, ringing out like dirge bells, oh beautiful, that you can sing me so.

Sing me.

Sing me so.