faddom du dis fur me
da lies o da feddir​​​
maunna makk​​​​
da sun stop burnin​​​

run oot o fingirs​​​
and du’ll wakk intae taes​​
wi’r aa riggit oot​​​
fur da biggest gaem​​​
du nivvir hed a chance in​​

we come ta lippin​​​
green girse​​​​
wi da shadoos​​​​
maddenin da brunt lugs​​

whit geengs doon​​​
maun come back up agien​​
but on whitna tide​​​
on whitna shore​​​
wha can keen?​​​​

afore da sun slips​​​
hit’s grip apö de life​​​
drap da teddir​​​​
o de five heukit line​​​
an see whit faddom​​​
fins de​​​​​

geddir pollen whan da sun​​
is high as a peerie boy’s​
windblaan kite taen​​​
bi de fierce tap wind​​​
abön da laevriks​​​

dat fu o blue truth​​​
du could turn a supertanker​​
i da spaes atween his lugs​
an his moo​​​​

dir wan tree rötit
i da blue high sky​​​
sall du crop da boo’s ​​
whicht licht da day​​​
or lat hit bide?​​​​

fathoms

you fathom this for me
the lies of the father
must not make
the sun stop burnin​​​g

run out of fingers​​​
and you’ll walk into toes
we’re all dressed up
for the biggest game​​​
you never had a chance in​​

we come to expect
green grass
with the shadows​​​​
maddening the burnt ears

what goes down
must come back up again
but on which tide​​​
on which shore​​​
who can know?​​​​

before the sun slips​​​
it’s grip on your life​​​
drop the tether
of your five hooked line​​​
and see what fathom
finds you

gather pollen when the sun​​
is high as a little boy’s​
windblown kite taken​​​
by the fierce top wind​​​
above the skylarks

so full of blue truth​​​
you could turn a supertanker​​
in the space between his ears
and his mouth

there’s one tree rooted
in the blue high sky​​​
shall you crop the bough’s ​​
white light today​​​
or let it stay?​​​​

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