Sway With Me

Sway with me, everything sad — madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song, frogs trying to figure the sky; sway with me, sad things — fingers split on a forge, old age like breakfast shell, used books, used people, used flowers, used love. I need you, I need you, I need you: it has run away like a horse or a dog, dead or lost or unforgiving.