Agriculture - In The House of Angel Flesh

Hey Camellia, what are you doing?
Get your feet back on the ground
And find out for yourself
Hey Tomato, feel the spring
Give yourself another chance
Before you're down right now

Hey Georgia, where did you go?
Try to bring yourself around
Before you leave, before you leave
Hey Rosemary, what on earth will make the bad thing go away
What do you need, what do you see?

When the hand came down on Tennessee
Death came ripping
What do you want me to believe?

Fury born alight, days deep
Crazy visions in a stirred up kind of waking dream

When you were born, we held you. You didn't know it but you took your name then and emerged later after so many years. Sweet like okra or a comatose reverie, you found light in the gentle friction between sense and reality

Even as a child your features had definition. One folded into the next as though composed with intention. It's true, there were many flowers like you in bloom then. Now, they toss atop bedsprings just to keep from eddying under. Their hands grip each other's just to try to stay afloat and amidst the struggle, pleasure darts between them. It's not easy

These words weren't meant for you but one day they find you through another. And through you, one day they find another. And then one day another. And one day another. It's not easy

Love should be easy to forget but it lingers like death. Happiness will never be a constant state of being. You find hope in brief, slipping grasps at revelation. You strive constantly to believe in a world just beyond the one you see. It comes to you sometimes, but only when you stop looking