Strange
Adrianne Lenker
Doesn't it seem strange?
Searching for a hidden page
The fairy's cage
Coming of true age
Leave the costume on the stage
The silkworm's rage
Iridescent thread
Beautiful and dead
Billions of worms were boiled
To make the bed
Strange
See the Luna moth cry
Lime green tears
Through the fruit bat's eyes
Scatter and destroy
Every power you enjoy
To lay with the void
Twirling of the dime
Splitting of the mind
Drawing constellations
Till the stars align
Strange
See the Luna moth cry
Lime green tears
Through the fruit bat's eyes
You have wings of gold
You will never grow old
And turquoise lungs
You have never been young