Are you in on the ruse 
When she lights it like a fuse
And it’s taylore 
Like cottagecore
Somewhere in an avenue 
Or a forest in the heavens blue 
And I just want to let it be heard
That I heard that bird
When her wings were still free
Before clipped by profanity
Though no less profound
And I listen to their sound 
And divinate 
Like some kind of awesome on the dinner plate
That fills you up and nourishes the soul 
Til you’re empty as the begging bowl 
And whole 
Can you see it too 
She’s mellow yellow and here for me and you