Dance of Sulphur - Scout Niblett

The dance of sulphur

Can take your wills away

It burns past places

That shadow your sun

I felt something guarding me

As I entered the country

Under water day

And a psychic moon

I fell over constantly

Like I could

Like I should

As you do when you learn

Something good

And it grew and it grew and it grew

Where the wild things rest

And my healer said it was meant to be

He’d have my smile

He’d have your hands

So break me

For my rows of hearts and hands

The dance of sulphur

Can try its best to mend