Luyện nghe bài hát Earth

I don't want to with this feeling any longer than I have to
But also I don't want you to be
So I talk you all the time
Including the last day you alive
And I hang your around my house
For me to surprise with and cry

Everybody used to know us seems concerned
But if they knew that when you through my mind
I'm full of your love that illuminated our house for all those
And made this child who tears through the days
With a brilliance you have deepened and sang along with
But you're sleeping out in the now
What am I
No one is

You don't even have a dead body anymore, it was taken
I went and wrote a
And got a box full of your ashes
And a little bag with your necklace
And I drove back truly alone

I I didn't bury you deep enough
When I poured out ashes beneath the three witch hazels
That you in the yard a few years ago in a triangle for us
Where me and the kid were rolling in the grass the day
And I saw actual chunks of bones

and weathered, unerasable
You're out there in the spring upheaving
Coming out of the into air
Is that exact your finger
That once me not that long ago?
I can feel it
And is that other a piece of your skull
That once the wild brain that used to overflow with loving?

and gone
And now just shrapnel

Another place I poured your out
Was on a chair on top of a pointed at the sunset
I went back last week after years passed
And noticed the of your bones that haven't been blown away
Are indistinguishable from other from animal bones
there by coyotes, vultures, and gods
Against my I felt a little bit of solace creeping in
But I laid there on the
Compost and
There's nothing

I can Wolves in the Throne Room singing:
"I will lay down my bones among the and roots"

At night I sit and myself curled up beneath
Ten feet of at the bottom of the lake
I imagined trout bumping me in the low diminished light
my breath trying to be a boulder
Eroding, to join you in re-mingling with a
Of churned muck coalescing in the
But to get ground back to matter only
Eternal and becoming not a thing
Abdicating