The Way That You Do

So lonesome to me, for my stone will not true,
 unto the falsity of this false city's view,
 for the angles are fangled in fang gill and fever,
 so lonesome to me...an untrued believer,

So lonesome to me, appraising a praising,
 ground into the ground where the herdings are grazing,
 where the dust does't a dalliance, moulded by molded hands
 so lonesome to me that it calls itself man,

So lonesome to me that the apple appalls,
 for the walls they have ears but the ears they have walls,
 though they gorge in the gorge of the irresolute,
 so lonesome to me, they will not taste the fruit,

So lonesome to me, this fork in my tongue,
 but my scales are a-tipsy with what must be sung,
 and my heart is a bell that demands to be rung,
 so lonesome to me that I slither among,

For I peaked from my peak, an heir of the air,
 high on the wind that does layer my lair,
 from these withering heights did I cast you my call,
 but you prayed and you prayed and you preyed that I fall....

Kay Fable

Fern Enley (he/they) is a quirky artist from Cleveland Ohio. Vagabond from time to time, anticapitalist community activist, and educator of free thought and music.

genres:
-couldn't tell a lie
-ex catholic
-reject theatre kid
-storytelling, with no story line
-mostly pulling weird faces
-fuck his mouth is hugee
-cry away the trauma
-laugh it off too

Guitarist of *Astral Travel*
Music Maker of *Sad Sea*
Auteur of *Amy Umbra*

The Way That You Do

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